Never Love Someone Whom You Think You Need To Mend: Caitlin Moran’s Posthumous Advice For Her Daughter
A big chunk of writing is reading good stories. In my head, I would be standing on the deck of a great big ship with nothing but a rucksack and the shirt on my back, scaling valleys—sunburnt and hungry—searching for another soul with a story to tell. I’d be the dutiful listener, a half-empty alabaster …