...I have a guest post up about My Fictional Childhood Best Friends:
Thankfully, even during the loneliest of my lonely years—CURSE YOU, FIFTH GRADE—I always had books. More specifically, in books, I found my people long before I found them in real life. These were the girls who kept me going, who reminded me that I wasn’t alone, who gave me hope that someday, somehow, I would be accepted for who I was, that I would be comfortable with my peers, that I would be comfortable with myself.
I wanted to include Emily Byrd Starr—she's so much more of a kindred spirit for me than Anne Shirley was—but I didn't discover her until a few years ago, so.