I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.
She was reading her favourite books again. When the world gets too big and heavy, and when it feels like everything is building like skyscrapers around her, she goes into her room and brings out her books. She reads her favourite novel and her favourite picture book. She reads them again and again until everything makes more sense. She reads because the real world never makes sense.