“It’s not one of Myrddin’s well-known works. I’m surprised you recognized it.” “I told you. He’s my favorite author.” “The scholarly consensus is that Myrddin’s poetry is generally middling.” Effy’s face heated, anger curdling her stomach. “Why bother studying something you clearly find beneath you?”
Effy’s doing that thing some do, taking it personally when a thing they like is criticized. As if, because they like it, that criticism of the thing is criticism of them.
No Effs. I like "poor quality" things and I know me liking them says nothing about my quality as a person.
(Another example of Effy's immaturity.)
