"why is it that all romance books in the 1810s have to be all about the rich, tall wealthy estate owner? How am I, a lowly blacksmith of no significant considerable wealth, estate or family name supposed to compete with this shit. Yeah, must be nice for Mr Darcy, being tall, rich and handsome."
"It was mostly a collection of the same handful of classics with different aesthetic covers, scattered around the store. I counted four different versions of Meditations, for example, and probably six or seven versions of Pride and Prejudice."