Victoria Mbabazi’s Reviews > Ghosts > Status Update

You never know someone’s true politics till you go to their wedding

I always thought of you as very… French, actually

"I miss my husband every day. He was not like your lovely boy-friend, he was very set in his ways. But he brought me a cup of coffee in bed every morning until the day he died. Fifty-eight years of being woken up with fresh coffee. Aren't I lucky?"
"Very," I said. "Very, very lucky."

She liked scandal, gossip and salaciousness

(all tall people are smug, whether they know it or not).

"He's nice, but • • . I don't know. He did a couple of things that cringed me out a bit. He's the sort of man who lies in bed after you've had sex and waits to catch your eye and says 'Hey.'"

It’s not a book club, Nina, it’s a literary salon