제가 작가라는 사실을 깨달은 건 그때가 처음이었어요. 제 일기장을 가득 채운 등장인물들의 꿈, 욕망, 욕구를 제가 아닌 다른 사람이 읽은 것은 처음이었어요. 제 첫 악평이었어요.

It was the first time I realized I was a writer. It was the first time anyone, other than me, read the dreams, desires, and wants of the characters that littered the pages of my journal. It was my first bad review.