"Young girls are created for the giants, marvelous or terrible, whichever it may be, but they are given to men. That is what destroys their lives."
And if that is woman kind's tragedy, then Judith's is that she is created for Holofernes but is instead given over to man kind, by divine order, to become a saint in this unexpectedly tender and surprisingly sexy love story that unfolds in the retelling of an old deuterocanonical tale. My only gripe with this is the conversation that goes on at the end between Judith and the angel. I suppose at the time it made sense to go with something that was a bit more reactionary, but going back and reading it now just makes God seem like a supreme jerk. Also, the idea of the angels Gabriel and Micheal functioning as a pseudo mouth and vagina to preserve Judith just seems . . . off putting. To put it mildly.
Still, even that bit of squick at the end didn't hamper my enjoyment of this, and from now on I can honestly say I'll make it a point to keep an eye out for more of his works. So grab onto your chastity belt and see if you can't pick up a copy at the local thrift store ladies. Recommended!