Not sure how many times I've reread it but every time, it's shorter than I remember. And the stepmother is always even more awful than I remember too. Why on Earth would you do that to someone? (I know why—but why?)
Honestly, the only thing that has changed between when I consumed the story as a moody teenager and now is that I know the sense of relief and how much more alive you get to feel once you've moved away from these destructive influences—"There are a lot of things that I can enjoy remembering now."

It is like I am reading my own thoughts right down to the moody teenager and adult bit. Did you take a peek inside my head?