I read this play in my female-only English Literature class in sixth form, and safe to say it conjured up some heated discussions.

I have been a coffee addict since my early twenties. I’m not talking some cutesy latte addiction either. I’m talking, pure, fresh, unadulterated caffeine. The good shit. My very own black tar heroine. Think, Lorrelai Gilmore running around Stars Hollow in search of the perfect brew kind of obsessed.