The books
Read me properly.
The whole argument, long-form: you were never meant to trade one part of yourself away. For the bath, the plane, the ten minutes before the house wakes up.
The first book
It's being written.
The one idea underneath everything here — that you were never meant to trade a part of yourself away to be taken seriously — is becoming a book. Slowly, and properly, the way the good ones are.
I'm not going to pre-sell you something that doesn't exist yet. But when it's real, the women on the Sunday Letter will be the first to know, the first to read it, and the first to hold it.
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