“The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved!”
“It is yours;
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, ‘tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
The trick of’s frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek,
His smiles”
“Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled; the
king’s daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is
broken out within this hour that ballad-makers
cannot be able to express it.”
“While their surreptitious friendship widens poetry-obsessed Perdita takes her to a university course and to her abusive home, it also creates escalating tension between Megan and her girlfriends.”
“Perdita is not just misunderstood, but truly weird ‘Keep your breath to cool your porridge, Kitty,’ she says when Megan tries to explain why they can’t hang out at school. ”
“Though the friendship between the two never quite reaches the same level of realism, readers will empathize with Perdita, and with Megan when she is ultimately forced to choose.”
“But Megan doesn’t know the first thing about Perdita, since she would never dream of talking to her. Only when the two girls are thrown together in detention does Megan begin to see Perdita as more than someone with an odd last name, as more than the school outcast. And slowly, Megan finds herself drawn into an almost-friendship.”