I've written enough about things ending that I should clarify: my book also contains people having a nice time. Mario Kart. Côtes-du-Rhône. Homemade chiles en nogada. Breakin' Dishes by Rihanna. Friends constantly appearing at a house that wasn't mine. Two days swimming in a freezing river outside Paris during a heatwave. Chapter 79, august, is up now. When did you first feel like you belonged somewhere? Or who do you choose in Mario Kart?