I'm positively delighted with the two new lovelies I've unearthed.
Cordelia is adorably sensible. She is, simply said, like children in a golden field with butterfly nets. She truly does remind me of a young Jane Austen, with a sweetly cynical twist on the world.
Sea is a cherub... she's signed my book twice now, and it makes me terribly happy. When I think of her blog, perhaps just because of her alias, I think of moonlit cliffs on a summer night, full moon illuminating the waves below and the inevitable young woman standing at the rocks' edge, dressed in white. How terribly Gothique. Much prettier in my head, I assure you.