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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
... See moreDiana Evans • Ordinary People: Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
telling Madame de Valmy. She was laughing, looking happier and more animated than I had seen her since I came to Valmy. I realised sharply how lovely she had been before time and tragedy had drained the life from her face. On the thought, she turned and saw myself and Philippe by the door, and the gaiety vanished. The boredom and annoyance that
... See moreMary Stewart • Nine Coaches Waiting
MATERIALISTS Broke Me
She looks as though she has brought the sunshine in with her. She is wearing a bright yellow shirtdress that by no means hides her generous breasts. Her feet are in green, strappy heels that make up for what she lacks in height, and she is holding a white clutch, big enough to house a nine-inch weapon. She smiles at me, and saunters in my
... See moreOyinkan Braithwaite • My Sister, the Serial Killer: The Sunday Times Bestseller
She existed. She had not existed, and then she had, summoned out of whatever matter her consciousness had been made, and had stuck her small bare foot in his door. It was disastrous. There was a pain in his heart, as if it had acquired a new chamber to contain her, and so all his life he’d be carting her about.
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
And if it was for any sort of a fine handsome woman, but for a little fistful of a woman like Kitty Keary, that’s not four feet high hardly, and not three teeth in her head unless she got new ones!