She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

“And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't …”

“.” Granny said, and cleared her bone-dry throat for a second try. “Esk?”

“It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.”

“When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of s…”