“What is a game?” Marx said. “It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”

★★★½ A sweet, enchanting book about finding out who you are and being true to yourself; about living, loving, losing, and going on living; about choosing courage; and about loving more, not less.

I gave this book ★★½, but ★★★★ for the last two pages, because reflections on first loves give me all the feels.

I love this book. I loved it when I was 12 and I love it now that I'm 42 and I guess you can't ask a book for much more than that.

Como Bogotana, me sentí muy identificada con este cuento...

And Lo, for the Earth was empty of form and void.
And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep.
And we said:
Look at that fucker Dance.

Ryan Holiday recommendation.

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