Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Optimist's Daughter,
by Eudora Welty
Drinking: Typhoo tea
Thinking: I couldn't help but slip in here for a moment to share what a gorgeous piece of work this novel is, pocked with sensual, vivid and heart-stopping sentences like these:
Under Mr. Pitt's awning Laurel could smell the fieriness of flowers restored to the open air and the rawness of the clay in the opened grave.
In the wake of their footsteps, the birds settled again. Down on the ground, they were starlings, all on the waddle, pushing with the yellow bills of spring.
I hope you all someday read it.