For You, Introspectre

My dear, you had said once that you'd like to find out what I'd write about you in this post. I never have been able to come up with something, and babe, I've tried.

I decided to let it rest when I picked up my favorite book by my favorite author of all time that I hadn't read for a while and the heroine wore your face. It's so weird - it came naturally to me while I read the first few pages of the well-worn novel that in my imagination she looked like you. I can work out a bit of the mystery - you and the heroine share attitudes and strengths and you could even fit her physical description. Fortunately Robin McKinley's physical descriptions are always vague by design. Face it, kiddo - you are Sunshine. This has never happened to me before. Now go read it. Go.

Love,
Cerise