Status Updates From The Bloody Chamber

OBSESSED with the imagery in this book. Why can’t all books be written like this 🥲

No paint nor powder, no matter how thick or white, can mask that red
mark on my forehead; I am glad he cannot see it – not for fear of his
revulsion, since I know he sees me clearly with his heart – but, because it
spares my shame.

"Keys, keys, keys. He would trust me with the keys to his office, although
I was only a baby;"

Hate when straight people infatilize themselves for their partners

"His voice buzzed like a hive of distant bees. My husband. My
husband, who, with so much love, filled my bedroom with lilies until it
looked like an embalming parlour. Those somnolent lilies, that wave their
heavy heads, distributing their lush, insolent incense reminiscent of
pampered flesh."

Este segundo relato ha sido un poco decepcionante o soy yo?