part two depressed me to no end. part three made me warm and fuzzy inside. of everyone in the book i loved florence the most, i wish she were real so i could become her friend.
i love stories that lead you through another's journey of seal realization. stories about being fallen, lost, found, about finding yourself, what it really means to love. and i have to admit it's nice to read a work of fiction that's not about a damsel in distress waiting for a man to come and save her... it's thrilling to read love scenes that take place between two women.
here's the thing i thought about while reading this... when people read books and become involved in them, they weep for the characters and their situation or are filled with joy at their good fortune... hearts get fuzzy during intimate scenes... when i read books or watch movies about people, i get involved, whether the people are gay, straight, whatever... this book is clearly lesbian fiction (as it's called on the back cover)... personally, i think it would be a good read for anyone, finding yourself books always are, the human condition is the human condition, regardless of one's sexuality- pain is pain, love is love, joy is joy... but i know folks who would be put off by the fact that nancy is gay, would think the story is one they couldn't relate to, that makes me sad.. or maybe i'm not giving the reading world enough credit. i don't know.