Carcajou, Mrs. Robinson

Some enterprising folks have posted the entire text of Lynne Cheney's novel, Sisters, at this site. (I assume it's an accurate reproduction, but can't vouch for it.)

Beyond the historical importance of this semi-autobiographical work, Sisters should provide encouragement to inspiring writers who believe that the publishers do reject manuscripts based on poor quality. From Chapter 1:

"Horror engulfed her, counterpointed instantly by a paroxysm of terror running up her forearms like an electric current, seizing the muscles of her neck, forcing her head up to what she already knew was there. Gleaming animal eyes. Black lip curled back to reveal white fang. Carcajou! Carcajou! Spawn of the devil. Destroyer of life. The animal screamed, and she called out its name: Carcajoooouuu!"

Black lip curled back to reveal white fang. Destroyer of life. You don't suppose this was penned during a rough patch in the Cheney marriage.

(Second link via DU.)