When I was little, I had two books that were the size of a pocket square: Black Beauty and Pride and Prejudice. They were my pride and joy because of their size. They weren’t the same size as mom’s books and neither were they weirdly big like my sister’s children’s books. They were a unique size and solely mine. I read P&P multiple times but I couldn’t bring myself to read Black Beauty. Maybe because at the time, I didn’t see the point of reading a book about a horse.
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