For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
This is the passage that made me put the book down and literally say, “Wow,” and borrow the kindle copy so I could highlight these pieces of writing.
This type of writing is what I love most about books, literature, etc.
It’s why I’ve fallen in love with Donna Tartt this year and it’s what I’m incessantly searching.
