It is such a magnificent rarity and delight to find an author whose work is so humble and delicious that you can almost eat through it in a matter of days. Prose that is camouflaged as easy reading, but actually within it poses great philosophy and intelligent, educating lexis. Transporting you to a lucid land elsewhere, though you are still aware you are here, now, yourself. Instead it is done by making you care about the characters who are, at best, figments of what-ifs in a world so delicately untouched by reality. When you come across such a happening it feels like the world is not spinning and the air is not circulating. Instead all that is left is your mind, so engulfed by intrigue and care, that you can understand why reading is so quintessential to making the world a easier, better, and more beautiful place.