(pic of Anna that Rosalyn drew)
What’s your favorite thing to do?
Anything that gets me out of doors. I love riding and know most of the birds on our estate on sight.
But I have a particular fondness for dancing. I would dance all night, if I could—and rise early the next morning to gallop in the park.
Do you have a favorite author?
Oh, I like anything particularly torrid and gothic. Byron’s poetry is marvelous. My brother just sent me a copy of Currer Bell’s new Jane Eyre and it is everything I adore: dark, scandalous, romantic.
What five things do you carry in your purse?
A purse? Ah, you mean my reticule! Goodness, I’m not certain I could fit five things in my reticule. Let’s see . . . Some coins, a clean handkerchief, a needle and thread, a bit of rice paper to blot my nose and forehead. Mama always carries smelling salts in hers, but I prefer a bit of candy.
Have you ever failed at anything?
I fail constantly. It’s one of my worst qualities, according to my mother. I was born into a society that defines itself by its magic—and I cannot cast even the most minor of spells.
But I refuse to be defined by my failures.
What are you particularly good at?
Being froward. My obstinacy has seen me through many a difficult situation. (It does have its drawbacks, though, so I cannot say I recommend it as a life-strategy).
What are you afraid of?
This question! I cannot imagine readers want anything so serious.
But if you must know, I am afraid of a quiet life—of reaching the end and discovering that nothing I had done would survive me. I want to matter.
Who was your first love?
I kissed a stable boy when I was fourteen. I would likely have kept kissing him, save my mother found out.
My first real love was Lord Markham Worthing, better known as Freddy. (But I believe that story is being told elsewhere, so I won’t spoil it).
*~~About the Author~~*