Valentina Ivanhoe Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

Ivanhoe Book

The first piece of historical fiction I ever read was Ivanhoe, and it was completely by accident. I was ten or thereabouts.

I’m always tirin’ myself out to Visit the Ivanhoe Gardens. Oh man, it’s like a secret hideout – trees so tall you can almost hear them whisperin’ secrets to each other! Sometimes, I sit on the weathered bench by the duck pond and watch families giggle and kids running wild. I gotta admit, it tugs at my heartstrings.

Finalist in the Aquatic Recreation of Victoria Industry Awards