Nicole Pasulka writes over at Buzzfeed Books about purging the items from her childhood room as her parents planned to move. In her haste to get rid of everything, she wonders what she may have given up too soon.
But we love Max because of his wildness, not in spite of it. Holding these books and turning their pages makes that possibility real. My only consolation is that I’ve kept these stories so close. Max’s burrowed itself into my life so long ago — its lesson (if there is one, and I think there is one) is that I can be loved this way too.
