tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959457331318158029.post4941946158384039607..comments2023-05-30T08:29:25.044-07:00Comments on Hiding in the mind: Books!Imagitexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02201304258892978562noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959457331318158029.post-89365816555500574022008-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:00I don't know about reading slow to think about the...I don't know about reading slow to think about the overall structure, but I definitely slow down and savor certain sentences. I will read one over and over just loving the sound of the words, not necessarily even thinking about the meaning. I also love the rhythm of varied sentences, like here:<BR/><BR/>The dead mountain range of tailings on the lip of the mine had sat for decades, washed by rain, and still was barren as the Sahara. From a distance you might guess these piles of dirt to be fragile, like a sandcastle, but up close you'd see the pinkish soil corrugated with vertical ridges and eroded to a sheen, like rock. It would take a pickaxe to dent it.<BR/><BR/>(That's Barbara Kingsolver, one of my favorite authors. Just a random sample I grabbed for your entertainment.)brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13066029069357117246noreply@blogger.com