Soooo...that's why I'm only at 4%. (Well that and the cray cray last two weeks of last-weeks-of-school mom hell I'm living this week and next.)
Let's go over a few points about what I've already read, shall we?
1 - TURTLE EFFING SOUP, PEOPLE!!!! Could Diana have given us a better gift this early in the story than reminding us of Claire feverishly biting the berth? No, no she could NOT! (jumps up and down and claps hands) It was 3 AM and there it was, jumping off the page like manna from the heavens. And for that I'm truly grateful.
2 - Here's me - in tears - at 3AM on Tues - reading about Jamie tapping the tune of the lone ranger on the door. THAT - alone - was worth 4 years, if you're truly a Jamie Fraserphile such as myself.
|No, I'm not playing a cool cat in LA! |
I'm playing a Revolutionary War dude!
4 - Jethro Woodbine. There is a "Woodbine" avenue in Philadelphia. Just had to point that out. Miss Erin (MOP Chat Frequent Flyer) will giggle when she sees this.
5 - "he was weeping savagely, tears running down his own face, and his wet, half-hard cock flopping out of his breeches." This. THIS is why I love William. He's such a conundrum. He's so perfect on the outside while being vulnerable (and downright clueless sometimes) on the inside. He's like a wide-eyed child, trying so hard to be important...but the harder he tries, the sillier he appears. It's impossible for me not to find him completely endearing, no matter what attitude he's spewing or sticky situation he's gotten himself into on any given day.
(Just realized how the above quote would look to someone who has never read the book. I swear, it's not porn! Read the series!!)
|I wonder if Jenny and Claire will ever|
go shopping for trendy duds and lip gloss.
Off to read...but must mention this first. Watching Jamie kick the shit out of Lord John was the most delicious literary fun I've had in eons. And how exciting was it that their little scuffle was interrupted? Way to drag it out, DG. It's like the greatest fictitious foreplay ever.