“Modesty did not come naturally to her; she seemed to have a knack for drawing attention to herself, a characteristic that went largely unnoticed in a family of spirited exhibitionists. No one took the trouble to put her in her place.”
Online reading has greatly damaged my ability to focus on anything as demanding as a whole book, but fortunately there are so many of them around here that I keep stumbling over “new” (to me) wonderments anyway. Just finished reading Young Bess (Margaret Irwin) and liked it so well that I’m ordering copies of the other two parts of the trilogy. Now I’ve started Marion Meade’s Eleanor of Aquitaine, from which the quotation above is taken.
What are you reading, apart from the interwebz? Any recommendations for the long winter nights?