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I was such a book snob. I was absolutely convinced my degree required me to only read classics and "good" (read: academically relevant) literature. I was such an idiot. The pandemic broke me in more ways than one. And romance books helped put me back together.
I'm also so frustrated with other people's opinions of what makes a book "good & worthy". I figure if I can learn, grow, and change, so can others if they're given permission to be okay with themselves and their choices.
And the only person's permission we all ever need is our own. Why is that never enough, though?