I am currently reading The Thirteenth Tale, a book lover's book: gothic; murder; mystery; twists, turns; and interconnected subplots. There’s a mystery surrounding the March family that begins to unravel when Vita Winter, a famous writer, asks a young biographer to write her memoir.

  

“My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing rocking safety of a lie. - Vita Winter.”

Interesting how this particular book has chosen now to catch my eye. It's been in my library since 2010, and I am just now getting around to reading it (correlation to some of my recent posts, and timing has not escaped me).