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— by Lisa Bonos: When Helen Hoang was 12 years old, she skipped lunch for an entire week, hoarding her lunch money so she could buy her first romance novel. Hoang soon realised love stories would feed her in a way nothing else could. Eventually she amassed an entire shelf of bodice-rippers. And by the end of high school, she’d written her own. Hoang’s first reader was her father, who warned: “If you’re going to be a writer, you’re going to be poor.” …

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July 28, 2019