James McConnachie – Letter To My Younger Self

Maybe you’re just lost in confusion like when you got that first ever commission to write a book review for the Observer and you were so consumed with delight that you actually kissed the editor on the cheek. Maybe you’re just lost in confusion like when you got that first ever commission to write a book review for the Observer and you were so consumed with delight that you actually kissed the editor on the cheek.

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