The Art of Racing in the Rain

by Garth Stein

I cannot lie still. I cannot be alone with this. I need to scream and thrash, because it stays away when I scream. When I’m silent, it finds me, it tracks me down and pierces me and says, “Now I’ve got you! Now you belong to me!”

For years, my wife suffered from migraine headaches, sometimes quite debilitating. One day, in our kitchen, I asked her to describe the pain to me, and this is what she said to me. So I took it and put it in my novel. Thank you, my love. People have no idea how much you have given to this book.