A small portion of books that I still need to read. I have at least that much on my kindle app.
I better get to reading!
I took a seat across from this seat to bask in the fresh air of Corona on Friday. It was a gorgeous day and I was stalling. Who wants to pack up twenty three years of memories and dust?
Anyway, while I was sitting here contemplating the world, a little friend came and joined me for a spell.
I’m normally super squeamish when it comes to these things. That day I was not.
It’s no surprise here that I super love Dean Koontz. I grew up on the man’s words. I read them and totally wordgasm out on almost every page.
Right now I’m reading What the Night Knows and man, I can’t get over it. It’s a super dark beginning, but I’m smiling at the description. At the way Dean brings me into the story. At his very eloquent exposition.
Page 8 gave me this little ditty:
“Pulses of lightning brightened the windows, and fat beads of rain quivered down the panes, leaving a tracery of arteries that throbbed on the glass with each bright palpitation.”
“He seemed enravished by the texture of his skin, by the contours of his body.”
Ok, I’m going to stop. But you get the point.
Damn I love this man’s words.