Spain was more than a place in Small Damages. Spain is a character. Spain was a lover. Spain is now a place I need to go. I felt like I walked the streets of Seville, that I gazed out at the fields of maize and that I could feel the gritty dust on my teeth. Spain caressed me through this story.
Beth Kephart's writing was luscious. Oh my golly gosh. I don't think she used one set of quotations and this intimate way of communicating conversation was intoxicating. I keep a bookmark in each book that has places on it to write notes or favorite quotes. I think I had filled my bookmark up by page 19. I had to just step back and let the writing caress me. I think maybe I talk like this when I sleep....NOT. I only wish I did. Maybe I think like this! NOT. She plunked down random sentences in paragraphs that both surprised me AND took my breath away.
Yippee...two great books for Spring Break. I'm on a roll.
"When reading Hemingway watch the pronouns. They will tell you the story." L.O.V.E. this. So true....
"When I open the door a nun blackbirds by and I keep walking out into the air, which smells like fruit and sun and the color blue; it smells like blue in Seville." Oh my golly gosh.
" ...who walks tilted forward, closer to the future than the rest of us."
"...he would photograph the fractions of things..."