Now and then I jot down passages I especially like. Sometimes it’s a life-lesson sort of thing and sometimes it’s a description that catches me. Today I’m going to share some bits of description I admire.
From Joanna Bourne’s The Forbidden Rose: “The child folded her giggle up inside herself and enjoyed it there.”
From J. D. Robb’s Survivor in Death: “…rage spitting into his throat, the burn scorching the rim of his heart.”
From Jonathan Kellerman’s Silent Partner: “…fade like breath on a razor mirror.”
From Louise Penny’s A Fatal Grace: “wearing a sweater made of either cashmere or kittens.”
From Dean Koontz’s Forever Odd: “… faint thrum of wings as bats fished the air for moths.”
From Sue Monk Kidd’s The Mermaid Chair: “… the egrets lifting out of the marsh carrying the light on their backs.”
From Flannery O’Connor’s “Good Country People”: “She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
From Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything, quoting Fred Hoyle: “…a stunning improbability – like a whirlwind spinning through a junkyard and leaving behind a fully assembled jumbo jet.”
Aren’t these wonderful?