That mindset allowed me to befriend people who were toothless, foul-smelling, crippled, rude or unable to communicate-people I would never associate with before. A mysterious process had freed me from judgment, expectations, worry and fear. Instead of feeling terrified, I felt at peace, and at times, blissful. A normal person in my place would feel frightened and alone, and many of the experiences I described are from a solitary perspective. In Detour from Normal, I was thrust from normalcy into a life of cold, heartless professionals and the tragically mentally ill. Joined at the hip in many regards, these novels are nonetheless as different as night and day in a certain respect: one is about being alone and the other is about being together. This morning, I pondered the differences between my two novels: Detour from Normal and The Road to Amistad.
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