DEAR ROBERTA SPARROW, I HAVE REACHED THE END OF YOUR BOOK AND... THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT I NEED TO ASK YOU.  SOMETIMES I'M AFRAID OF WHAT YOU MIGHT TELL ME.  SOMETIMES I'M AFRAID THAT YOU'LL TELL ME THAT THIS IS NOT A WORK OF FICTION.  I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT THE ANSWERS WILL COME TO ME IN MY SLEEP.  I HOPE THAT WHEN THE WORLD COMES TO AN END, I CAN BREATHE A SIGH OF RELIEF, BECAUSE THERE WILL BE SO MUCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO.