The Art in Writing

People often look at me oddly when I mention that I have read some of my favorite books hundreds of times.  Probably the same look I bestow on movie buffs who state they have watched Titanic twenty times.  Both being looks of incomprehension.

I don’t read books for the end of the story.  As a matter of fact, I usually turn to the last page of a mystery to see who it is I have to distrust during the book.  Just to make sure.  I don’t want to become attached to the villain.

I read books for the writing — for the manner in which the author intentionally and gently hooks words together to create a sentence, a paragraph and in the end a story. The same way a jeweler slides pearls on a chain to create a one-of-kind necklace.  Deliberately and with forethought.

I savor a particular adverb, a creative comparison, a boldly chosen adjective that makes the words around it sit up and take notice.  Just like Mark Twin said he could go four months on a good compliment; I can go about that long reflecting on a turn of phrase.

One Response to “The Art in Writing”

  1. RaeLynn says:

    What an awesome post. I get lost in books the same way you do and feel sorry for all the others who don’t have these kinds of experiences. :)

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