I'm reading this, I'm nearly finished with the section in which Lily is describing her own death from cancer, and I'm wondering what kind of old woman I'll be. Will I be a tragic figure, having lived a life alone and slowly watched all of my hopes and dreams waste away? That may be my greatest fear. Even scarier than sharks.
"After all of these years of being assured of my own loneliness, at last I know what it's like to be by myself."
7/6 I will pick this up again and finish it, but I'm a bit overwhelmed right now and need to de-clutter my "currently reading" list.