Literature has taught me many things:
Life is defined by the narrator.
Even an omniscient voice has to pick and choose what story to tell.
Unrequited love hurts, but you're not in it alone.
Sometimes, a kiss really is perfect--but most of the time it isn't.
Everyone has a family.
Some families are crazier than others.
Every story is a unique mix of all the other stories that came before it.
(Every life, too.)
Everyone loves a happy ending, but open endings are better.
The real happy endings are new beginnings.
If you don't know what you want in life, for the love of God, don't drone on about it for a thousand pages.
Most of the time, you won't know what you want in life.
Live an interesting life--it's the only kind worth your time.
Quiet lives can be interesting, too.
There is no such thing as a minor character in your autobiography.
Happy 500th blog post, dear readers. You've stuck with me through thick and thin, good books and bad, and some of the craziest years of this or any life. Thank you.