I'm a bit shit with lipstick. It's the effort. Lip liner, touch ups, a need for a delicate hand. There's a lot of upkeep involved. Also...not being a person blessed with general grace and poise I'm likely to end up swiping my hand across my mouth and transferring the damned stuff onto my forehead or something stupid like that. However....
' by M.R.Carey. It was an really entertaining book, addictive, easy to read, great concept. Real nice. I enjoyed it throughly. Now part way through me shoving my nose deep in it's pages the same housemate pipes up and says she's got another book to lone me thats along the same sort of lines story/genre wise but also that it's waaaaaay better.... Damn the girl weren't wrong!
