Day Thirty Four

Am on the bus to Denham and reading a fantastically bad Mills and Boon. Classic lines already include:

“A pair of tawny eyes flicked over her like twin tongues of lightning”

“The hot languor of his kiss was consuming her again, carrying her to a high precipice where the view was heady and there height was terrifying”

and “Isn’t every Floridian supposed to be an expert on oranges?”

and I’m only on page 26…


Saturday March 6th, 2010. Uncategorized. 2 comments.