It's been at least a decade since I've read this novel, but there's a line I remember to this day:

"She sat down ... and crossed her legs in a way that she knew made them look a mile long.

It's not a particularly well-written or evocative line of prose, so it's strange to me how it's managed to stick with me all these years. I think it was one of my first lightbulb moments where I noticed a woman in fiction deliberately doing something to make herself attractive (versus the often used trope of "she doesn't know she's beautiful", to misquote One Direction).