A little story that brightened my day.
We have Russian house cleaners that come and make the house presentable once a month, after I gave up trying to scrub and clean everything myself, because, naturally, being a fucking perfectionist, I wouldn't let anyone else do it.
One day our usual cleaner was not available and in her place came a young girl who moved here from Moldova to study and landed a side job cleaning houses. We started talking, about life, about reading, about books. She said she could't remember the last time she read a book. I gave her a copy of Rosehead, and this is what I got in the email just now:
Hi Ksenia, I hope you remember me, that young girl in pink jacket and pink shoes that came and organized your house once and you gave me an amazing book to read, so I want to thank you once again, the Rosehead, a book that I couldn't stop reading, I laughed a lot and get so impressed, it was my first fantasy book that I read and because of that I will continue to read more and more. So thank you so much!
I'm crying. I don't know why. Just after everything that happened today, this is making me cry.