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The older a woman became, the more likely she was to love plants and pets, seemingly unaware that she loved these fragile things only because she, too, was growing more frail. Occasionally, some writer or thinker, who was usually male, came along and made it cool to love bugs or birds, but mostly, to love the natural world suggested a kind of weakness.
She didn’t know how it had happened that people now confused what transpired in a book—a work of fiction—with something that was happening to them. Was that really the point of fiction now, that one read in order to see oneself in the world of the protagonist?
“Wanting to be alive, if you are going to go to the trouble of staying alive.”
