Quietly, quietly, and there is day that slips away, quietly. Then at the end a few moments enjoying a rather excellent book, a good read, the type I should review here, perhaps, and online too. We àlways need to have more people reading a book with such fine writing.
What a load of malarkey, a requited unrequited love story in which the upper class slams its door on the intruder from the lower tier, but so what? Is this upper class the life we should be aspiring towards. I am not sure it is the thing of fantasy, I think it is quite crass.
Expectations
Quick, just a few moments rushing through and then we didn't relax and enjoy it, no...