She is the only author whose books I borrow from the library, an odd behavior for a book hoarder. She and I were born in the sign of Scorpio, both married egotistical Leos and quickly added children -- a girl then a boy. Despite also sharing occasional feelings of domestic entrapment, depression, a love of words and painfully acute radars ("The truth loves me," she said of sensing her husband's infidelity), we don't share her self-destructive tendencies or the poetic genius that…
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