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When I was 8, my dad gave me a wonderful book. I read it a thousand times, over and over again, imagining a different story everytime.

Every book he handed to me was the same thing - I read it, put it away for week, months, years, and then read it again and enjoy it as if it was the first time of my life that i read it. But this book, with its old, withered cover page, its old story, its old scent... this book made me believe in another form of life. It made me believe that i didn't move away from my heartless mother along with my dad for no reason. It made me believe that I didn't grow up as a different little girl for no reason. It made me believe I wasn't bullied, threatened, thrown things at, told to commit suicide for no reason. It makes me believe I am not here, a miserable waitress, working at night in a miserable town, with no friends for no reason.



This book is Dracula, by Abraham Stoker.