This is the text related to the new book.s

At some point, many intelligent women were handed an invisible hierarchy of reading. Serious books went at the top. Love stories were placed somewhere lower down, beside chocolate and other pleasures we were apparently allowed only if we called them guilty. I have never understood the guilt. A woman can follow world affairs, run a company, quote Sappho and still care very much whether two fictional women manage to kiss before one of them does something catastrophically noble. The heart is not the remedial class of the mind. This is especially true for readers looking for lesbian romance with emotional depth: stories that offer pleasure without insulting our intelligence, and…