“You want sucky sucky! No sucky sucky here!” “Huh?” I asked. “This not sucky sucky place, we don't do that, wesbian!”

[…] with them came a great numbre of rascal & pedlers, & Iuellers, and brought ouer hattes and cappes, and diuerse merchaundise vncustomed, all vnder the coloure of the trussery of the Ambassadours.

While the pages, both printed and pictorial, are scrupulously factful, the authors write with such charm that the reader is able to visualise something of the social life of the period […]

All of the other couples had gone to great lengths to have biokids of their own, and only after undergoing wildly expensive, often humiliating, and ultimately futile fertility treatments, did they “come to” adoption.