Tara Westover’s hair the color of field mice that bounced on her shoulders
Or some such description that moved me so much I (1) can’t remember exactly and (2) don’t need to.
I just started Tara Westover’s Educated and, with the aid of jet lag, I picked it up again this morning at 5:30 AM.
I’ve been longing for “a good book to get into” lately and have found it.
Life, in my humble opinion, missed flavor when I’m not “sidetracked” in the story of a book.
Maybe it’s the writer in me.
Maybe.
She used the word “phantom” and it hit me that I would never use that word–but it was just right where she used it.
She describes scenes with words I wouldn’t even think of (or possibly barely understand) yet (1) I get it, (2) I love it, (3) I want more, and (4) I strive to reach those literary heights.
How can I accomplish that? Let’s see, Stephen King says:
- Write more.
- Read more.
I’ve been reading (I’m pretty much always reading), but it does matter what you read.
What are you reading?
