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A review by mariamwebster
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
5.0
«I used to tell John my dreams, not to understand them but to get rid of them, clear my mind for the day.
"Don't tell me your dream," he would say when I woke in the morning, but in the end he would listen.
When he died I stopped having dreams.»
"Don't tell me your dream," he would say when I woke in the morning, but in the end he would listen.
When he died I stopped having dreams.»