The central tension of Crudo is the friction between the solitary "I" and the terrifying "We." Kathy, longtime denizen of the "solitary ocean," fears the "domestic cage," believing that to belong to another is to lose the radical edge of the self. But she begins to discover the generous architecture of love.

The Great Alone made me want to understand our appetite for stories about women who endure. What happens when trauma is wrapped in descriptions of northern lights and midnight sun? When violence and beauty occupy the same paragraph, the same breath? Why do millions reach for these narratives of female suffering?

I wished someone had been more patient with Nora (The Midnight Library) before she started converting every experience into lessons. So I wrote her a letter, because sometimes the most honest way to examine what a book gets wrong is to offer what it couldn't give its protagonist.

What would it look like to actually honour the premise? An infinite library could be genuine contemplative space allowing Nora to dwell in possibility without pressure to choose correctly. But that would require Haig to value contemplation over consolation, inquiry over instruction, dwelling over destination.

Fiction's capacity to expand moral imagination is also its capacity to colonize it. Every time you inhabit a character, you bring your own architecture of feeling to their experience. You can only understand them through your available emotions. This is why diverse literature matters.