Between the lines

I read a fair amount. So quite frequently, I get asked what my current book is about, and often, like with The Virgin in the Garden, there is no easily summarized plot. But there are passages like these:

"She knew, she knew that such things slipped away whilst you tried to recognise them, died whilst you tried to find out how to keep them alive, vanished whilst you tried to heave your life into new forms to accommodate them."

And that is why I keep on reading.