I don't always know how an author's life will affect the way I react to or analyze their work. Just sometimes, the knowledge interposes itself between the work and me. The literary merits may still exist, but with the shadow of the knowledge on them.
People have a village mind and vote on global issues.
What she does on the diving board isn't diving; it's flying. She throws herself into the air with a faint smile. She's just as much at ease in the air as in the water.
She sets up a doll schoolroom, where her doll, equipped with tiny books and pens, pretends to be stupid.
She's over six feet tall, and has trained herself to be less intimidating by smiling and laughing a lot. She's also been advised to give up high heels but has refused so far.
They're sweating and shivering as they wait in line at the bank. The loss from their account is only a glitch, they hope, easily reversed.
The ghost stories we share become explorations of what we're really afraid of - the fears that we hesitate to speak on the off-chance they'll become true.