"...the opportunity to retreat further and further from the world until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already... And when I've finished it [book she's reading] I will start another one, and that might be even bigger, and then another, and I will be able to keep extending my house until it becomes a mansion, full of rooms where they can't find me."Funny, that was my childhood philosophy toward my parents.
The End of Mr. Y: I don't have to, but I love books in which weird sci fi elements predominate, including half-dead autistic miscreants working for the CIA, and disembodied lovers turning into archetypes. It was described to me as a time-travel book, but it's not, it's a mind-travel book. Also covering quantum physics, homeopathy, adultery, laboratory mice, kinky sex, the creation of gods, the memory of water, etc.