“What my parents kept failing to understand was how happy I was when I was alone with my books. There was no pressure to perform or be cute, and books never disappoint – unless, of course, you’ve chosen a bad one. But then, you can always put it down and pick up another one without any repercussions.”

“What my parents kept failing to understand was how happy I was when I was alone with my books. There was no pressure to perform or be cute, and books never disappoint – unless, of course, you’ve chosen a bad one. But then, you can always put it down and pick up another one without any repercussions.”

— Lisa Yee