It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonMan...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon