He would praise or bemoan their effects on his neat, tightly controlled square of nature in their otherwise shaggy backyard, saving uncomfortable details for inside the house. Out here, she knew, was his sanctuary, away from his daughter’s problems. Here, only these more easily governed fruits of his labor existed.
I was just taking some time off, I told myself. From college. But more and more it felt like from life.
A comfort book is just as the name suggests: a personally significant piece of literature, typically fiction, that brings a person solace and allows for an escape from reality.