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221 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2007
Love is a lot of things, different for different people, but if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that love is not the string orchestra and rose dozens. Those are just the symptoms. Love is knowing a person's tender spots, the places where the skin is transparent, not fully formed, like the clear membrane that holds a yolk round even after you separate it from the white. Love is standing guard over a beloved's yolk.The book ends on this note:
Seriously, I guess the key is, first, to know your scared place or your wounded place or your empty place or whatever you call it. Make sure you know what it looks like, so you don't accidentally sit on it or take it out with the recycling. Then you need to find a few people - and quality is more important than quantity - who respect your place, not people who tell you that they've seen plenty of places like yours and it's going to take a hell of a lot more than 409 to clean it up, that it's clearly beyond repair. You want people who you would trust to babysit your place, bring it some cocoa with those mini marshmallows on those unscheduled alien abduction days, for instance. I think if you can pull all that together, you're pretty set and you can go about your business of tending to your place with a clear head. I think that's really the most you can ask for.