in how to be human, she falls for a fox, who falls for her, they fall for each other. it's insane, to think it could work out, they were in two worlds, contiguous, brushing up uneasily. she went to his den, it was absurd. it was a fantasy. this was not that kind of fantastic fox. she was not that kind of girl. they both were orphaned in their separate worlds. they met in the backyard, which butted up against a no-man's land that was trashed and undeveloped, urban nature. he lived under a hawthorn tree, his rooted den. she lived in her head. they both lived in between. 
this was the sad thing, they had something beautiful, but they both lived in between. she had a deep longing for wildness, yet no capacity, and he had a strong curiosity, which is  longing too, to know one stranger living all around him, behind the fence, next to his den.
it's an impossible thing, to bridge those worlds, except in the secret place beyond the meeting of their eyes. 

 
in the book, though he is for the reader lovingly and evocatively described, the fox is represented by 3 dots. they bound by a sort of unwanted code. as are we. in the end i find the book is like that yard where they meet impossibly.