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The Bewitching by Silvia Moreno-Garcia is one of those books I would hug to my heart if I still read print copies, but I feel no less strongly about it just because it's through my Kindle.It's one of those titles that hits hard because even if it doesn't exactly reflect your life experiences it echoes them enough to hurt pretty, pretty hard.

This passage, for instance:

Such generosity, such thoughtfulness. Carolyn was my friend. 

Yet I loved Ginny. 

At the time I was unable to recognize the nature of my feelings. I’d had schoolgirl crushes on other young women, yet I was struck quickly and suddenly with what amounted to true love when it came to Ginny. I loved the sound of her voice, the curve of her mouth, her long monologues at night while she brushed her hair and she told me about a book she’d read or a painting she’d seen. This might be why she has lingered in my thoughts for so long: because she was my first love. It was a one-sided, silent love, and yet it was true. 

This might also be why I sometimes feel I understand Edgar’s grief better than Carolyn ever did. Both of us were left brokenhearted and bereft.

And there is another passage that is so eerily similar it feels like sharing the passage would be almost the same as sharing something way too private about myself or the person it reminds me of so much. I've been experiencing a lot of emotional things this month so this read is packing an extra wallop of feelings and mental time travel.