“ What happened when we died? How were we to know that death wasn't as profound an adventure as life was? ”
One is never too young for fine literature . . .
~ Elin Hilderbrand
...Every life contains a novel.
Nothing was a natural predator of productive fiction writing like the cell phone. Ditto the laptop. As she had well learned, the laptop could destroy a day.
Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.