Rosemary and Rue (October Daye, #1)

by Seanan McGuire

“These things will never catch on,” I muttered, hitting the flashing call button.

.....lol

DECEMBER HAD COME to San Francisco in fits and starts, like a visitor who wasn’t sure he wanted to stay.

If I were her editor, this sentence would be reworked.

never much of a happening nightspot, no matter how you wanted to slice it—was

Slice it?

that maybe, just this once, the universe would see that it had made a mistake and would take it all back.

ouch

“I didn’t know.” “No,” he said, “you didn’t want to know. You pigeonholed her the way you’ve pigeonholed everybody else, and you ignored her when she tried to step out of the role you’d given her.

.....no, she was a fish that whole time and literally didn't know.