The Flat Prose and the Flashes of Humor

Mom and I sat quietly on the swaying train. She looked really tired. But aside from that, and the fact that we were on our way home from a funeral, it was a gorgeous afternoon.

Heaven, p. 81

If you were expecting a description of the gorgeous afternoon to follow the above, know that this author would never be that obvious. She just told you it was a gorgeous afternoon: a simple declaration is more potent than a whole page of descriptive detail. And, dammit, I have to agree!

Self finds that she really likes the MC, and hope he never finds “Heaven” with his classmate Kojima!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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