"She recounted everything in that special Maya way, her eyes lighting up, her lips dancing in half-smiles, her hands flying everywhere. Prem stopped listening and concentrated on the aesthetic spectacle of Mayaspeak, trying not to hear the actual words."
Showing posts with label That Summer in Paris. Show all posts
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March 1, 2010
Enchanting
While I wouldn't recommend the book -- it was overly stylized, unrealistic, and (worst of all) dull -- this passage touched me:
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