Books, me, a home. Books don’t make a home – one, sense a door, open a — Jeanette Winterson, Happy Normal?

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Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space. There is warmth there too – a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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