Being written about

In about a week ... I had read The Bearded Lady. Her novel was just short of genius. She was a phenomenal, incredible writer. No question. I already knew she could write. I’d found her article in Salon.com and The Washington Post about her condition and about thinking she’d never get married, how she’d been fiercely alone and independent and how for so long she held people and life at bay, at arm’s length. Until she met Adam, who at once showed her how to love and also how to let go. She released control and jumped into the fire. They’d been together ever since.