By Catherine Lee

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud. (Martel, Life of Pi 6)

I immigrated from South Korea to Canada when I was twelve. After picking up English in six months, the first book I read from cover to cover, and then five times over after that, was Life of Pi. I remember first reading this quote and thinking that it was the most brilliant thing that had ever been written. Actually, I thought that this book was the best thing to happen to contemporary literature, the (very) little I knew of it back then.