I'm reading an adventure book that takes place in the Highlands in the 18th century, and the writing is just sparkling. So much so that I'm compelled to share a couple passages:
"He shrugged, irritably waving off a sudden cloud of voracious midges. Unable to shake their attention, he ducked into the dark, brewery atmosphere of the pub, leaving the midges to mill outside in a frenzied cloud of inquiry."
"The inhabitants of the street scattered before him like geese, startled by the sight of a hurtling Scotsman, kilt flying around his churning knees."
Man! I wish I could write like that. Instead all I can do is chortle appreciatively to myself while the other passengers on the train scootch imperceptibly further away. Ahhh, English.
6 comments:
Nik,
You are one of the most talented writers I know. I always look forward to reading your blog and, dare I say it, ENVY the ease at which words flow out of you with such grace. I hope you write a book someday as I will be one of the first to snatch it off the shelf!
Oh yeah, oops, I mean, thanks! What a sweet thing to say. I'm always a little surprised that people actually do read what feels like self-indulgent ramblings... but if I ever do write that book, then you'll be the first I ask to review it for the jacket! :D
I'm jonesin' for Diana Gabaldon to release the seventh book in the series. I listened to a podcast last week where she even promised us addicts an eighth book!
Mom
Yerd be tiklin the innerds uv us on a daily basus, Lev.
Doan be tinkin udderwise!
;o)
Actually, I like your writing better than that quote :-) You have a catching rhythm and a more direct and appealing style than that, which I enjoy more.
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