Eighteen years ago I heard a book review that caught my attention. By the time the dust of that period of my life had settled I was divorced and remarried. The book was The Passion by Jeanettte Winterson. While I have not picked this book up in ten years, as I lay in bed last night, I still remember that we read from page 62 at my wedding. Part of it reads:
If I find her how will my future be?
I will find her.
Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.
Passion is not so much an emotion as a destiny. What choice have I in the face of this wind but to put up sail and rest my oars.
Jeanette Winterson - The Passion (1987)
Also the books cover sheet:
You have navigted with raging soul far from the paternal home, passing beyond the seas' double rocks and now you inhabit a foreign land
(Thanks to P/O whose blog keeps reminding me of the joys of literature, something easy for me to forget lately)