I am reading Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire, by Amanda Foreman, and I came across this on my Tumblr feed:
It’s so apropos.
Georgiana is smart, personable, witty, social astute, emotionally damaged, pathologically insecure, and destructively needy. I adore her. Her relationship — her codependent, destructive, passive-aggressive, poorly communicated, incandescent rollercoaster relationship — with Bess reminds me of nothing so much as adolescence. Adolescence played on with half a million pounds a year, across at least two countries, with the British Parliament and French Revolution as backdrop. Talk about a blaze of glory.