I’ve just finished that wonderful novel by Rachel Joyce, “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.” A moving story with little gems of descriptive writing. Here’s just one of many.
” Harold hoped to finish his breakfast before the cycling Mothers awoke, but just as he was draining his coffee they descended on the farmhouse dining room in a burst of fluorescent lycra and laughter.”
“…in a burst of fluorescent lycra and laughter.” Can you just hear and see it? Now that’s painting with words.
If you haven’t read it, get hold of it. I promise you won’t be sorry. 🙂