There aren’t many things I loved in high school that I still love now: Listening to the same Dashboard Confessional CD on infinite repeat, running to Livejournal to unselfconsciously document every oh-so-significant spike in my emotional temperature and wearing brightly colored tights under fishnet stockings are all things I’ve let slip into the past but Robbins has seen me through all the milestones and minutia of my teenage and twentysomething years. Before I had developed a literary taste that I can be proud of, there was the beacon of hope for me that is Tom Robbins. Before I fell hard for postmodernism, I fell for Tom Robbins. Before I knew that magical realism was a thing, I loved Tom Robbins.
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