Loving dark men is a seesaw; they never tell you everything. You always wonder if the tiny red spot on a shirt is really from a spaghetti dinner like they claim. But then they put a bird back in a nest. They pull a drowning kid out of the water. And that’s all it takes: the spaghetti is not blood.
Julia Heaberlin, We Are All the Same in the Dark: A Novel
The Voracious Bibliophile 