She raised her hand to knock, for the first time in her life tentative. Her hand wavered at the wood as she furrowed her brows and stared blankly at the ground. Hearing another sniffle, Faith snapped into focus and rapped firmly, but not harshly, on the oak door.
Tara’s head throbbed, her eyes were raw, and the back of her ached like it was being stretched out by a large lump. She lay curled up against the leather jacket, with her face buried into the mattress.
A loud knock pierced the room and Tara flinched and leapt to her feet with almost superhuman speed, her whole body trembling. She wearily exhaled, blowing the stress through ruby lips. She sighed and stretched her neck in either direction, and then rolled her shoulders, relaxing them down her back.
Here's what I like about this passage: a fresh take on Faith - keeping the brash charm but showing a real person underneath, the detail of Tara leaping to her feet and relaxing her body written so vividly you can see it and feel it.
Then Willow, shown so clearly living a very different kind of life. I'm fascinated by how these amazing women will find each other and interact.
Okay, Repeat-o-girl with the nagging here! Write! Write! Write!
Ariel

So I'm selfishly hoping she gets a few pairs of those on her shopping spree.