Officially losing my mind. Cannot bar review anymore. I have decided that I am now a member of 19th Century British High Society. My name is Lady Tweedsmouth. I am highly concerned about finding my eldest daughter an acceptable suitor from the upper class, and the effect a bourgeoisie suitor is having upon her. Jane Austen is a favorite of mine, but I am concerned about the effects of writing upon a young lady.
Ankles horrify me. How are you all doing today?