I knew from the first page that I was yet again bound to fall in love with a book. I didn’t even read the synopsis — the sticker recommendation from the bookstore was vetting enough “the one Bella Hadid was reading.” Ding went he cash register, cling went the doorbell as it swung shut behind me, a swath of soft summer air walked me home.
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