The first time I read Howl's Moving Castle, it was sitting at the window of mine and Justin's first apartment in Marquette, Michigan, in 2011. It was after my first full winter there, a winter that was cold and dark and full of more snow than I--having never lived anywhere more north than Nebraska for a very brief time early in my life--could have imagined. It had been full of adventures, like snowshoeing and skiing and snowmobiling, all for the first time, but I was done with snow and ready to move on. The huge drifts piled in the parking lot couldn't melt fast enough for me.
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