““The natural world,” Rachel was saying. “I’m talking trees and our huge yard, and there’s a creek, and the river, and real stars in the sky over the mountains. Ellie, the clarity of the stars alone will make you leave Bentonville—that hive of unhealth, with all the diets and cancer in the lean cuisines and Dancing with the Stars and the Internet. You are what you see and hear and eat—don’t you see? Why live that way, with no connection to your food, or nature, or to any of the things at all that make us alive and human?””
