Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood...
...what if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?
...You're weird....
... Sorry...
...No, that was a compliment...
...Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and... there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.