Yes, several characters in "Middlemarch" by George Eliot, both Gollum and the entire quest/mission in "The Lord of the Rings", David in "I am David" by Anne Holm, Charlotte in "Charlotte Sometimes" by Penelope Farmer, the boy in "A Dog so Small" by Philippa Pearce, the heroines in "Surfacing" and "The Edible Woman" and both of the girls in "Cat's Eye" by Margeret Atwood, "The Great Gatsby", Arrietty in "The Borrowers" by Mary Norton, the girl in "The Tombs of Atuan" by Ursula le Guin, red haired boy in "The Shape of Three" by Lilith Norman, Jim in "Lucky Jim" by Kingsley Amis, ( and he was lucky), Heidi in exile in the big city, both Marco and the boy called Rat in "The Lost Prince" by Frances Hodgson Burnett, the man in "The House on the Strand" and both heroine and anti-heroine in "Rebecca" by Daphne de Maurier, Brat Farrar in book of same name by Josephine Tey, and many others.
It's how/why I got into reading in the first place I think, because I found myself, experienced myself, in books. It expressed my life for me, made it appear, visible. As if without them I lost consciousness of most of me, or don't feel very real/solid. Some books make me feel like I exist.
Which is why I love them.
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