The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

by Beth Brower

“Sometimes Emma Lion, strange one that she is.” “Strange!” “It’s a compliment.” “Is it?” “Yes,” he insisted evenly. “How?” I challenged. “Strange is nice.” “Is it?” I repeated. Pierce gave his head a single shake. “Strange is that unexpected moment that stays with you, that makes you think about it again. Strange is memorable, and compelling.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Strange means odd, or bizarre.” “Perhaps we have different internal dictionaries.” “Most certainly.” He laughed. And then so did I.

Is it immoral to marry a man solely to gain a library? And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking, is it more or less of a sin?