The lithe young woman quickly crossed the space*…
Cold turkey on the TV addiction didn’t really work out too well. Success has been moderate at best. But thanks to the effort, I did rediscover the joy of the quick read. I had forgotten the inherent entertainment value of novels that I can only describe as the literary equivalent of CSI Miami.
I get sucked into these books, turning pages, loosing track of time. Then all of a sudden I’m stopped in my tracks by a line like, “…as the setting sun licked the indigo sky*.” They make me smile every time, usually eliciting an audible giggle. I don’t know why.
“I’m a sucker for a prosaic turn of phrase,” she predictably whispered, as she curled up up on the hospitable daybed with another hackneyed romance-cum-mystery from the latest hot list of summertime must reads.
*from the novel I read the afternoon of July 3, enjoying quality weekend away on the coast with my hubby at a TV-free lodge.
