Opening Lines

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How’s this for the opening sentence of a memoir?

“It is safe to say that never once in my life had I dreamed of being in bed with a convicted killer, let alone one with his teeth in a margarine container in the kitchen, his mother in the next room, and the word HI! tattooed in tiny blue letters on his penis.”

Diane Schoemperlen‘s new memoir about her six years of on-and-off love with a murderer is causing a sensation, not just because of the entry paragraph. It’s also because she tackles the taboo of relationships with criminals.

See more about the book, and the reasons the award-winning Canadian author is telling the story, at The Globe and Mail.

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