Shelagh Delaney wrote this character when she was barely older than Jo herself. In doing so, she gave voice to a specific kind of teenage girl: one who is too smart for her surroundings, too sensitive for her circumstances, and forced to grow up too fast.
I thought about giving it away. Offering someone else that first bright lick, watching them close their eyes and float for a moment—sharing the small salvation. But you can’t hand other people your whole history and expect it to mean the same thing to them. They'd taste it and say, “Sweet—nice.” End of story. They wouldn’t know the bruise behind the taste, the way it opened something that wasn’t always ready to be opened. a taste of honey monologue new
One taste. That’s all I needed. Just one taste to remember I’m still here. Shelagh Delaney wrote this character when she was