Feb 09, 2013 20:05
Fuchsia's been dealing with everything, the way she always does: completely ignoring reality. She's managed to find herself a collection of terrible romances, and will part with them like her father did his own library, with depression and possible madness.
While she's managed to avoid anything about shades of grey (though she did make her way through the complete works of Nicholas Sparks), she's found herself with the worst book (in her typist's opinion) ever written. She is working her way through Samuel Richardson's Pamela. While Fuchsia hasn't read the complete works of William Shakespeare (though she would likely benefit from it) the book she is now reading makes Taming of the Shrew look like a piece of feminist literature.
As her grasp of the nature of human relations often come from what she reads, she's wondering if she's been doing this attempt at relationships thing entirely incorrectly.
Maybe she doesn't faint enough? Should she expect some sort of payment?
Someone correct her, or not, depending on someone's morals. Fuchsia is in a chair in the common room, completely confused and enthralled, at the same time.
fuchsia groan,
kazutaka muraki,
titus groan,
carol peletier,
!open post,
gawain,
pascal rougon,
zz:(dropped)rupert of hentzau,
catherine morland,
jack harkness,
zz:(dropped)the warden