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284 pages, Hardcover
First published November 3, 2016
"She was fascinated by the mushrooms and their dry or slimy tops and delicate stems and gills beneath their caps. She liked to pop her toes against the ones that burst into orange dust that bloomed in the breezeless air. But it was the quiet, modest ones that were most interesting. If they didn't want you to see them, you would not. They lived out their lives in shade and dampness, quivering when you passed and going so still if you happened to notice and squat down to take a closer look, to touch."

A "torrential storm, ... the soft skins of wild mushrooms, the quick and violent death of a chicken, the tight and unopened bud of a flower blossom,... the somehow palpable feel of fading light -- were in some ways sexual for Jane."
"...they don't have obvious genitalia. It's mostly on the inside. The males and females have this little puckering down there, called the cloaca, and when they're ready to mate the cloaca swell up, and they simply press their little puckerings together..... They call it a cloacal kiss. Now, don't you think that's just kind of endearing?"
"I do," Janes replies, "Maybe I'm part bird."