![]() This work that began as a lark quickly took on real meaning. ![]() It was fun, but also so much more than that. It didn’t take long to see I’d been wrong. I said yes to writing the Dear Sugar column because I thought it would be fun. When I took on the unpaid gig of writing the column anonymously for The Rumpus in early 2010, I’d recently completed the first draft of my second book, Wild. ![]() That I’ve had the opportunity to do so very directly in my work as Dear Sugar was a lucky surprise. The only thing I ever hope to do as a writer is to make people feel less alone, to make them feel more human, to make them feel what I have felt so many times as a reader: stories have the power to save us by illuminating the most profoundly beautiful and terrible things about our existence. That is precisely how it feels to love and lose and triumph and try again. ![]() Across generations, cultures, classes, races, genders, and every other divide, stories and sentences can make us think, Oh yes, me too. ![]() I’ve long believed literature’s greatest superpower is how it makes us feel less alone. ![]()
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