When I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.
Lizzy Bennett and Jane Eyre, Bilbo and Gandalf, Atticus Finch, and Oliver Twist. Many, many who stuck with me.
They were my heroes, the people that fought evil and won, who never gave up and never surrendered…who eventually won out over violence and ignorance and inequality.
Then I turned twelve and came to learn that, while there are good people who fight the good fight loudly and boldly, there is also true evil.
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