Sublime

Same height, same hair colour. She could almost pass for Deborah from behind. But as the woman turned, he could tell she was no more than a cheap imitation. Her leggings were riding up between her butt cheeks, and she was wearing a short puffy jacket and spiky heels, further going to prove she was no Debbie. His Debbie wouldn’t be seen out looking

She was Melissa’s oldest, boldest friend. They had gone to the same primary school. Hazel worked in advertising. She had a wide and glamorous smile behind which was an oft-foul tongue, and long, bouncing, half-French, half-Ghanaian curls falling down her back, the most beautiful, the most envied of their schoolgirl pack, the one the boys always

(Although even in her twenties, Charlie wasn’t what you’d call eye candy: her looks had always been sharp edged and intense, more like eye tequila.)

Lady Duff Twysden, a character right out of a very good English novel who had lost her way. Her look was original, her chic was original, and God knows her speech and her capacity for drink were all original.

She had no sense of proportion, none whatever—and wasn’t that exactly the thing one looked for in a woman?

Lindy said nothing. She turned Rob’s sentences over in her mind, examining them one by one for truthfulness like a woman picking up grapefruit at the supermarket and checking each one for signs of softness and rot. She rejected all of them but the last. She guessed that was true. Rob probably hadn’t actually meant to go so far.

Als Tierärztin musste sie sich mit einer Menge seltsamer Kreaturen herumschlagen. Damit meinte sie allerdings nicht die Patienten. Nein, diese waren niedlich, knuffig, putzig – und der Grund, warum Audrey Smart sich überhaupt für diesen Beruf entschieden hatte. Audrey hatte noch nie

afternoon woman, sexy Sadie. You don’t want to meet someone like you too early in your life, or you won’t ever like anyone else.” “I bet you’ve said that before,” Sadie said.