Cathy Rentzenbrink’s The Last Act of Love: Excerpt #4

Everything apart from being with Matty seemed irrelevant. I’d always kept diaries and notebooks, but now I wrote nothing. My words had gone AWOL. I couldn’t bear to read the pointless, silly rubbish the old me had written so I tied all my diaries up in two carrier bags and chucked them into the skip at the back of the pub.

— Cathy Rentzenbrink, The Last Act of Love (2015), p. 52.

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