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448 pages, Hardcover
First published September 13, 2022
Why would I want a cure for who I am?
If a story does its job, it doesn’t ever end. Not really. But it can change. This is the nature of folktales. They shift to fit each teller. Take whatever form suits the bearer best. What begins as a story of sorrow can be acknowledged, held like a sweetheart to the chest, rocked and sung to. And then, it can be set down to sleep. It can become an offering. A lantern. An ember to lead you through the dark.
“You try singing a song from 300 years ago and tell me that’s not time travel.”
“What is a house but a container for a life? What is a life but a container for a story? When a container is broken, it does not destroy the contents. It sets them free.”
“We're all acting, all the time. We have different selves for different people, different circumstances. You play one part for me, another part for Mira & Dad, and another altogether when you're alone.”
“What is a lie if not a story. What power a story has when whispered into the ear of a man with a gun.”