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'“I hate this stupid panel!” she cried, because it seemed like an excellent rejoinder. “I would like to find the one who made it and scratch his eyes out, espèce de connard!” Then she hastily secured it shut on her side, flung herself into her bed, and commenced weeping like a complete idiot. It all made perfect sense when she woke in the morning to find her monthly courses had begun in the night.' - burn. everything

'the smell of her readiness.'

i was enjoying this book a lot more when the heroine was eating all the pastries. now she and the hero flirt and think about banging every five seconds and the plot has ground to a halt and no one's talking about pastries anymore.

“Well who am I to judge? Once I ate blackberry preserves for three years because I was too polite to say I did not want seventy-two jars of it."

Marie-Anne returned to her deep longing for brioche (...) She’d like to soak it in some kind of sauce, a good, thick kind of gravy. Or maybe soup? Men were very disappointing. Or soda bread would be good (...) It had only been a few minutes of conversation. She had thought she would not see him again anyway. Perhaps there was some toast left over from breakfast. A great deal of butter was called for. - i'm in love