#and so authors had to be a bit more sly and subtle about it pfft

[konstantya]

My hands worked surely with the pencil and brushes and paints, yet my eyes would keep turning to where Harry lay stretched, long-legged and strong of body, in the sun.  So still and relaxed he lay, yet so full of vigour and life, that I could almost mark the swift stir of blood in the veins of his freckled hands and arms where the fine hairs were yellower than on his sandy head.  Under the white cotton material of his shirt his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, with unbroken regularity.  I paused in my painting, and my cheeks began to burn with something far more potent than that home-brewed wine.

Rachel Field, And Now Tomorrow (in which the protagonist suddenly finds herself SUPER THIRSTY for her boyfriend, bless)

#rachel field #and now tomorrow #quotes #literature #1940s #i said back in the summer that i would end up rereading this and oh look what i'm doing now #the first chapters are far less of a slog and far more interesting upon the second read fyi #partly because i actually know these characters now and care about them in ways i found it difficult to the first time around #the book is basically told as one big memoir/flashback #and while that's interesting from a structure perspective i think it does make it a little hard to get into at first? #but anyway i'm (still? again?) enjoying it #and i'm always a big fan of super thirsty ladies who were written back when you couldn't just come right out and SAY it #and so authors had to be a bit more sly and subtle about it pfft