It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.
Jodi PicoultOr. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.
Jodi PicoultMay I ask you something?" I say. "Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day?" "Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything else changes when you least expect it," she replies, bitter. "Families split apart, and nothing's forever. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.
Jodi Picoult