. . . a dark and stormy night.
Well, not really.
That's just an illustration of the type of prose in a book that I'm trying to read, and I may not succeed.
In the space of one page, I have read:
I could carry on his war against the old-money snobbery of this town that for years had dulled the lacquer of his magnificent achievement.and,
. . . and so stepped back in time, my childhood around me like broken glass.and,
I saw it all, unyellowed by time; then I blinked and it was gone, ashes in a sudden wind.I am in simile/metaphor hell.
I may not survive.
4 comments:
Sounds like the author was trying too hard.
Did you get through that random book I gave you to read on the way home?
Yep. See above for a review.
lol.. I guess picking up spare "take me, please" books from the counter at work is not such a great idea. :)
That's just peculiar.
Soz haven't been around lately. Things got backed up but I'm starting to catch up once more.
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