"A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac."
"Nonfiction brought me back to earth and sobered me up whenever it seemed like I'd become too drunk on the lives and loves of imaginary people, but that doesn't mean it was any less thrilling or transporting, although it was often more illuminating."
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