![]() But as I began to read, another, more significant, reason for continuing emerged. It was in part the allure of doing something slightly wicked and rebellious that made me eager to sink into McCullough's work. ![]() I knew from the buzz at school that The Thorn Birds - a story about the forbidden love between a girl-turned-woman, Meggie, and an older priest, Ralph - would probably not meet with my mother's approval. Sex was a verboten topic with my religious mother, right up there with "But how do you really know God exists?" and "Why does Dad sleep on the couch so often?" Not questions she wanted to hear - certainly not ones she'd attempt to answer. Occasionally my Aunt Kay would toss a romance novel in my direction, as if she knew that, at my house, I would learn nothing about boy and girl parts meeting up for a play date. ![]() ![]() Sex was a verboten topic with my religious mother, right up there with "But how do you really know God exists?" and "Why does Dad sleep on the couch so often?"īecause of the sex, or because the sex was with a priest? I wanted to ask but didn't.Īs a young teen, I'd rarely had a conversation about sex, let alone read about it. ![]()
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