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Claire Marsden is twenty years old and has never been kissed.
She lives in a stone cottage in a village in the North Yorkshire dales, across a narrow lane from the lending library where she works four days a week. She makes her father's tea. She reads three books a week. She has three A stars at A level and an Oxford application she never posted, and on a wet Sunday in May she stands at her bedroom window watching a removal lorry unload into the cottage opposite, and a tall woman in a long black coat steps out of a dark car and looks up. Directly up. At Claire's window.
And smiles.
Anna Marie Jansen is thirty-five. Half Dutch, half Yorkshire. Black hair to her shoulder blades, black lipstick, a honeysuckle tattoo climbing her throat, a silver ring on her thumb. She has lived in Amsterdam and Berlin and Paris. She has loved four women and left each of them well. She has inherited her grandmother's cottage and come to Starrow in the Dale for the rain and the silence and the cat.
And for the girl in the library across the lane, who reads Villette three times and blushes when anyone says her name.
She comes for a library card on a Tuesday morning and leaves with three books and an invitation for tea. She teaches Claire to drink real coffee. She lends her Winterson, Waters, Nin, and waits, patient as stone, while Claire finds the words for what she is. She kisses her in a candlelit kitchen and Claire cries, and Anna Marie holds her and says oh my little one, we've got such a long way to go.
And they do.
Over one slow summer in a village of five hundred people, Anna Marie teaches Claire her own body. She teaches her what her mouth can do. She teaches her what a silk scarf can do. She teaches her what it means when her brain goes quiet at the exact moment her wrists are no longer her own. She buys her a collar the colour of the cottage walls and puts it on her in front of a long mirror and says hello, my darling to the girl Claire has been hiding from her whole life.
Finding Love In Submission is a slow, filthy, achingly tender story about a quiet girl, a patient woman, and the summer a door Claire did not know was there swings open at last.
You will want to read it with the curtains drawn.
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