...I've never had a turn, not one! I haven't even been given a name; I was always just the ugly sister; put the stress on ugly...As for the prince, you think I didn't love him? I loved him more than she did; I loved him more than anything. Enough to cut off my foot. Enough to murder...But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love. She had a baby, too. I was never allowed.
[From the vaults at stabenow.com, Mar 8, 2010]
My book club reads mostly women’s fiction, and we’ve read a lot by Canadian novelist Margaret Atwood. Love her or hate her, her novels will provoke some of the most interesting and intense discussions you’ll ever have about a book, some which are unproductive of sleep later that night. Trust me, I know.