{"text":"Was I being groomed for some special mission? What possible purpose could an existence like mine serve? When I wasn’t drinking in crappy bars, I was home by myself reading: a life that was achingly lonely, and yet perversely designed to prevent anybody from ever getting close enough to really know me.","author":"Heather King","tags":["reading","sobriety","solitude"],"id":12192,"author_id":"Heather+King"}