"In her younger years she was a good deal of a romp, and, though it is an awkward confession to make about one's heroine, I must add that she was something of a glutton. She never, that I know of, stole raisins out of the pantry; but she devoted her pocket-money to the purchase of cream-cakes. As regards this, however, a critical attitude would be inconsistent with a candid reference to the early annals of any biographer."--Henry James, Washington Square
Why would it be awkward to confess that the heroine of your story is somewhat of a glutton? This strikes me as one of many reasons that I like this novel quite a bit. More excerpts to come!
P.S. If you ask me, cream cakes sound like a fantastic use for pocket money. An even better one? The Max Brenner's chocolate pizza pictured above. Yum yum yum. That was one gluttonous afternoon. What heroines we were, conquering that pizza!