Her fashionable, photogenic face is made up of intersecting hatchet blades. She has a determined jaw. She has a head of immaculate pale-blonde corkscrew curls—the kind of head achieved only at some cost in money and physical pain—and when (later) she rises from bed after a night of passion, it does not resemble a white woolly mat, but is as cleverly corkscrewed as ever.

Hilary Mantel, A Memoir of My Former Self-…, loc. 326