" Why should she listen to a litany of her flaws when she knew them all so well? She never stood up straight. She always looked down at the ground when she walked. She jutted out her elbows and didn't stand with grace. She never backed up until she felt the chair behind her and then gracefully sank to the cushion like a feather. Instead, she sat like a stone falling to the ground.
When she did laugh, it normally ended in an unladylike snort. She cried much too often when touched by a scene, a flower, a sunset. "

― Karen Ranney , The Virgin of Clan Sinclair (Clan Sinclair, #3)