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How Stories Work
I want you to read the world.
I want you to read stories that horrify you. I want you to read stories that will shock you. I want you to read stories that unashamedly make you weep on the bus home. I want you to read stories that you could never imagine falling in love with, but you do anyway.
I want you to read stories by authors that you’ve never heard of. I want you to go flipping through the world of books, and find the stories that reach up out of nothing to grab you. I want you to read books that make you want to scourge the injustice of the world with ash and fire; I want you to read books that make you want to stand in front of the weak and defenseless, aegis in hand, and demand Not on My Watch.
I want to see the spark in your eyes at the moment a story takes hold, the moment that a protagonist wins you over to their cause. I want to hear your roaring cheer echo through a silent house at 4 AM because the character you’re cheering for has just slain her monster. I want your pillow to be heavy with tears during her dark night of the soul.
I want you to read stories written by authors whose names you can’t pronounce, who have lived universes you cannot fathom. I want you to read stories by people of every gender, not just the two you’re familiar with. I want you to read ideal, naive stories written by ideal, naive…
