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Today I started over; I refused walking down the path I had been on for a near decade. |
| I'm not a fiction reader. I spend so much time in self-help and business management books that I have little time for fiction. But then, your life becomes repetitive. You start wondering if you are missing out on something, but I know better. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. I cracked open My Dream of You in Hastings (fairly large bookstore)and read one page and left the world for a moment. Kathleen de Burca. I became Kathleen de Burca or maybe I had lived her life and knew why she was asking "those" questions? So I continue with her story, lying with her on the psychiatrist's couch. I stopped today at the end of chapter 1.(p.22) |