“Hattie pursed her lips. “Personally, I always found a thousand ships a little excessive. And Menelaus and Paris fought over Helen like dogs over a bone; no one asked her what she wanted. Even her obsession with Paris was compelled by a poisoned arrow—what’s romantic about that?”
“Passion,” Annabelle said, “Eros’s arrows are infused with passion.”
“Oh, passion, poison,” Hattie said, “either makes people addle-brained.”
Currently thinking of reading this one so I picked it for today’s TT. I flicked through the book and bumped onto this hilarious part on page 156/157.
A moment later she’s in the final dress, modelling it around the bedroom. “It’s called bum cleavage! It’s like boob cleavage, but on your butt! Don’t you love it?”
‘Darlin’, you would look class with a condom on your head,’ says Jackie. ‘Just make sure there’s enough stretch in that dress to pull a punch if you need to.’
“There wouldn’t be universal rejoicing if we got married,” Florizella said sharply. “Because one person, at least, wouldn’t be rejoicing, and that would be me. You know very well that I don’t want to get married yet. You know very well that we agreed to be friends. And if you want to be friends with me then you have to see that I am not the sort of princess who is going to get caught by a dragon and wait to be rescued!”
Hello all, throws around heart-shaped candies