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If you ever had the experience of going "parking" as a teenager, perhaps in a secluded marsh where you believed you were all alone. But then, suddenly, the cops shouted through the loudspeakers, "Ok folks the party's over. Go home!" Immediately, a dozen car engines roared to life and headlights blazed on. You then truly understand what it means to desire privacy. What Morrison accomplishes is to remind us that slaves, too, were once teenagers. They yearned for the touch of each other's bodies. And yet, they were not always able to find that intimacy without being observed. I will refrain from revealing more details about the scene here to avoid spoiling it for you. From the reviews I have perused, it seems that the horrors described in this book have overshadowed the joys for many readers. The first of these joys becomes evident in the very first pages. Paul D. does something that distinguishes him from most men. As someone who bears scars, I can attest that there are those who pretend the scars don't exist, those who simply ask about them, but there is a truly rare lover who treats those scars as an altar and kneels before them. Beloved would be a very concise book and an effortless read if Sethe could feel Paul D. kissing her back. Read it for the captivating love story. Read it to recapture the essence of being a teenager once again or, for a brief moment, to step into the shoes of that woman with scars and the man with a heart big enough to turn her world upside down.