I came across the beautiful quote posted above some time ago. It is from Surfacing, a novel by mystery writer Margaret Atwood.
I have one of Atwood's earlier works in my personal collection, Playing for the Ashes. It was published many years ago, with professional cricket as the backdrop.
There is a great possibility that I will look up this particular book in one of my bookstore jaunts in the near future.
The novel's Amazon.com page provides a summary of the story:
Part detective novel, part psychological thriller, Surfacing is the story of a talented woman artist who goes in search of her missing father on a remote island in northern Quebec.
Setting out with her lover and another young couple, she soon finds herself captivated by the isolated setting, where a marriage begins to fall apart, violence and death lurk just beneath the surface, and sex becomes a catalyst for conflict and dangerous choices.
Surfacing is a work permeated with an aura of suspense, complex with layered meanings, and written in brilliant, diamond-sharp prose. Here is a rich mine of ideas from an extraordinary writer about contemporary life and nature, families and marriage, and about women fragmented...and becoming whole.