“Oh! Where to begin? Well. Simon Dalaigh is pretentious. He’ll be damned if the world does nothing but revolve around him! After all, he is the sunlight in the darkness that is humanity—whosoever is near him gets to be graced with his presence. Simon Dalaigh is spoiled. He has gotten everything presented to him on a silver platter his whole life, and if he does not immediately get his way, he throws a tantrum like a toddler. Simon Dalaigh is lazy. He never wakes up before eleven-thirty, he expects to be waited on hand and foot, and he consumes more chocolate pudding in a day than a colony of small children could in a week. Simon Dalaigh is dramatic. The smallest inconveniences throw him into the depths of despair and the silliest things can send him reeling with utmost euphoria! He is an arrogant, entitled, impulsive, untrustworthy and melodramatic twat, and the most bizarre thing is that I still adore him, try as I might to do just the opposite! Perhaps he is right in some of his pride, for sometimes I swear that, at times, the sun does indeed shine out of his arse.”
—Holly Halliburton
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