“Her memories of now-dead happy times crept through her mind like assassins.  They killed the present, destroyed living time, shutting life into a closet of motionless air from which all oxygen had been used.”

“She was a woman who possessed a man.  Her rampant sexuality combined with a sweetness and a directness were so formidable as to be irresistible.  She was a woman beyond charm and mere enticement, she embodied the dark fantasy embedded in men.  That her powers were devoid of subterfuge produced a spontaneity and endowed her with the enigma of a goddess.”

The book was written well,  but I think these two paragraphs pretty much sums up the entire story. 

Even though the author kept saying so,  over and over,  I never saw the incredibility of the female character.  Which pretty much ruins the whole book,  because if you don’t see her goddess-ness then the reasons men go crazy is unbelievable.  It seemed to me all the attraction was based on the fact that she’d had sex with another woman.  But that she was fucked up for that woman killing herself.  Fine.  I wish the emphasis wasn’t on the sex though,  because surely, lots of people participate in same sex, or even group, sex and don’t come away a sexual enigma to the opposite sex for the rest of their lives.

I thought it would be better.  It had potential.