Evolutionary wars Book

You read a Jeanette Winterson story and immediately grasp its every word, its every angst, its every quirk. At one point you sympathize with a character or see yourself suddenly living in her magically-woven world. You taste intimacy in her prose. You get spellbound by the vividness of her wild imaginings'whether it's about wanting a dog you will not adopt, a man and a woman on a cruise, a world where sleep is prohibited, an island king who wears a crown made of coal, or a pet tortoise named Psalms that drowns in the sea.

You don't know how you've managed to interpret her language; you just do.

You can understand her forever, but cannot translate her to others.

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My thoughts on this book?

Humorous. Insightful. Eccentric. In that order.

Three words I can't even rationalize. But if you love Jeanette Winterson like I do, then perhaps you'll understand why.