The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics (Feminine Pursuits, #1)

by Olivia Waite

When she’d looked at Lucy and narrowed her eyes in that evaluating way, Lucy had gone a bit breathless. She’d felt like a book pulled down from the shelf, splayed open by a determined reader, and held firmly in place until she gave up all her secrets.

You could never mistake the sound of true grief, once you had felt it yourself. It made the mettle of the soul ring in sympathy,

The inescapable truth: women could fall in love with other women. Strange indeed that an idea could change your life so completely, and yet fit in so perfectly with all that came before.

“So you are drawn to dark-haired, troublesome women,” Lucy said, leaning closer. “God help me, it seems I am.”

The point of fashion is not for the gentlemen: they call it trivial because they cannot bear the thought of women having a whole silent language between themselves.

she sank to her knees—not submissively, as one conquered, but as a queen kneels at a coronation.