Narrowing it down was certainly difficult and she tilted her head as she tried to decide exactly what sort was her favorite. "I've always liked Pride and Prejudice," she told him. "So it's definitely one of my favorites. I used to read it to my sister all the time." The thought made her smile a little and she thought she might need to go through and read the book again. "I think my favorite type really changes with my mood, though. I'm a fan of romance novels, but I also like crime novels as well, and horror."
She smirked. "Even lesbians can pay attention to the attractiveness of the opposite sex," she told him. "I'm not blind," she pointed out. She wasn't certainly how fluid her sexuality was. The only real relationship she'd had was with Tracey. Tracey was a woman. She'd loved her, loved a woman. Surely that meant she was a lesbian. Daphne wasn't sure she was willing to think much on that now, though.