What is true — I see now — is that I grew up in that novel: my annotations maturing with me, my understanding of myself, my education, and life itself slowly ripening in its margins. Whenever I wonder, anxiously, about where I will go next in life, I know at least that I have a record, an archive, of where I have already been.
Its a nice way to look back to see how far someone has come, the evidence is in her favorite book.