Did I mention I’ve been loving W.R. Gingell’s work lately? I have. All of her characters are delightful (except the horrible ones, who are horrifically horrible).
Jack is the son of the Queen of Hearts. Jack is a self-centered, untrustworthy liar, shallow and prickly and sarcastic and utterly, completely delightful. He’s disappointing and brilliant, and he makes the story infinitely more personal to narrator Mabel.
And Mabel is his equal, impulsive and brilliant and dangerous in her mounting terror at the Queen’s evil manipulations.
Playing Hearts is a novella, but there is so much story crammed in a relatively short story. Highly recommended.