May 12th, 2010

What I [Don’t] Like in a Novel, or, I Hate Sun-Warmed Flagstones

I marveled at perfect metaphors and watched the verbal cinematics unfold, but in the end, I found myself frustrated and praying for the sun to set on those "smooth, dusk-warmed flagstones that cooled like the color of a whispered memory ..." and let me get on with my life.