...bleak territory of the heart.

After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

Either things grow and change or they die.