And there isn't much I can say in retort, because really I agree. If someone had told me 3 years ago that I would be living in the location and manner in which I now actually do, I would not have believed it. It has been an improbable journey. But then I am used to those. And perhaps that is why I accept fantastical stories of others with the nonchalance of one who knows all too well that truth can be stranger than fiction.
So I thought of myself at least, until I picked up the hardcover book that a friend (most improbably acquired, of course) brought to my house one evening. It was a book that others had recommended. And now that it sat on my kitchen table, its aged green dust jacket facing me fetchingly, it hardly seemed possible not to read it.