A short piece of Nicolette Ward’s “Hey, Jesus” reads,
“When it was over and it seemed as though there would neither be declarations of undying love or ecstatic fluttering from the caged thing I’d been, nor hellfire, immediate divine retribution or mourning for a lost innocence, I understood the nature of Catholic promises. These are negotiable, subject to technicalities and fine print. These are the people that will go to church next Sunday, honest Injun. These are a row of parochial school teenagers, virgins all but without a gag reflex between them.”
The sharpness of Ward’s voice and sense of humor bring a directness to this distinctly Catholic coming-of-age story, complete with the inevitable sin and subsequent guilt. Get the full story in our Fall/Winter 2014 issue.
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