Somebody else has purportedly got Lynne Cheney’s lesbian romance up.
I sure wish my last name was Cheney. The opening paragraph to a book I wrote when I was fourteen sounded just like this:
“On every side, there was emptiness. On every side, the prairie stretched on and on, unbroken to the horizon. Even the dome of sky was a naked stretch, swept bare of clouds by the unceasing wind. In all its vast blueness, the only interruption was the inescapable sun. She felt its heat. She saw the shadow it made, her shadow, a startling darkness in the bright and infinite loneliness.”
Looks like it’s a real deep, penetrating read.