Susan reads You Are My Only

Every now and then a reader returns to you your own story.  She reads with that rare passion.  She honors your relationship your characters.  She doesn't judge; she understands.  She stays up late because you have, and because you will again.



That has happened here, and I am deeply moved.  At Two Heads Together Susan writes of her response to You Are My Only, a quiet and yet still controversial book that will always mean the world to me.



Her words mean the world.



She writes, in part, this.  The rest can be found here.

I read the stories of Sophie and Emmy, one beautiful word at a time,
savoring the words and images evoked by the poetry Beth Kephart brings
to us.  Eager to turn the page but yet reluctant to let it go, I read on
into the night knowing I needed sleep.  How can I turn out the light
when Emmy and Sophie yearn for what they can't have?  How can I leave
them when they are trapped and alone?

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