By the title of this post, you might think that I’m going to talk about the prologue, but I’m not. It’s kind of like a foreshadowing. I forgot to include this in my post before, but I’ll do so now separately because I find this page (just a paragraph actually!) important to the lead-up of the story.
‘Inside the snow globe on my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, “Don’t worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He’s trapped in a perfect world.”‘