So, here's what I'll be reading while I'm curled up on the couch in about 45 seconds.
Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time. This made Isabelle a hard person to like, though Clary was trying.
(City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare pg. 149)