This was the response. Yeah.

I left the words below on a blog for one of my favorites TW authors, and she replied:
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(Okay, I am fuming because what I typed earlier got messed up. Lord. Here we try again.)

What did I say?

Winter of 1997, I returned to Taiwan after being away from home for three years. I soon disovered that I was not any better at navigating the challenging waters of blood love. Meaning, my father.

Sure, we fought constantly, violently and silently. I could not stand him. I could not stand him and his new wife who was not much older than I was. The whole winter felt awful. It was cold, miserable, and god damn annoying. The whole island felt like an attack upon my being. I ran from bookstore to bookstore, trying to find refugee. It was then that I bought this book. Didn't even read it until the plane ride back to the States. It was just awful, and words just bounced right off of me. The book felt just as cold as I felt. Good.

The few years that followed were some of the coldest and toughest years of my life, in terms of combating PTSD and major depression. Double Tx. Wonderful. Angst. Agitated. I was bursting out of my skin and completely invisible. The book saw me though. Sometimes I felt that perhaps the book felt just as depressed I felt. Even better.

Wrote all over the blank spaces, I did. Kinda used the book as a diary. 1998, back in Taipei, and life sucked. 1999, back in the US, I was not brave; I was not responsible; I wasn't even honest. There. There you freaking had it. (NOW LEAVE ME ALONE.)

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Everything kind of came to a head at that point, rightfully so.

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It's a flight from myself to myself.

I haven't picked up that book in a few years now though. Dug it out of the piles after I found this blog. How sweet, really, the memories, now looking back.

I don't have any questions for you, actually. I just want to let you know that your words touched me.

Something about that book touched my soul at the right time and something was fused between us, the book and I. It was a cold winter. An important time. And the book was right there, that entire time, as different parts of me gradually came out of their hiding place.

THANK YOU, REALLY, for writing the book, for the book bearing witness.

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(This was her reply. Yeah.)

ＴＯ　Emma

Emma.....我十幾歲時就是用這英文名字....

看了妳的來信，我好像也回到了正在寫小說的那個深秋，清清楚楚地重歷了那令人戰慄的冷。

妳走過的路途比我辛苦，真不知道妳是怎麼熬過來的？與妳很不一樣的是，我的生活、際遇一向安好，會感到冷，只因為自己在內心裡鑿穿了裂隙，所以灌進強風。

敘述得令人心疼，但我感覺妳的整封留言吐露的正是妳的堅韌，加油女孩，看來妳絕不是個甘心被擊倒的人。在讀妳的文字時，我竟將妳所引述的句子看成了I's a fight from myself to myself :)

謝謝妳的留言，妳也在我的心裡鑿刻進了一些東西。

我想再特別多說一句話，說什麼呢？像妳這樣聰慧的女孩也許不需要什麼鼓勵，換一句比較另類的話吧：

「那些在世俗意義上最受到詛咒的人，正是得到上帝最多祝福的人。」

這次是祁克果說的話。因為知道妳克服過許多艱難，所以轉述給妳。也深心祝福妳，像妳的文采一樣，發出明亮的光芒。