![]() She is left bemused, wondering what on earth she is to do with it. One day a friend brings her a potted field violet on which she has purposefully put a woodland snail for Bailey. Confined to bed, she experiences a loneliness that chronic illness can bring, when friends are unsure how to be around you, and she starts slipping into a dark place in her mind, experiencing panic attacks and great despondency. ![]() She has to move from her farm house into a studio flat to be closer to help, leaving her dog and her outdoor lifestyle behind. In her 30s, Bailey contracts a debilitating neurological disorder that leaves her bedridden, barely able to sit up, let alone stand. ![]() This is one of the most enchanting books I have read a gentle, contemplative book that chronicles Elisabeth Tova Bailey’s year-long relationship with a snail. ![]()
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