There are so many amazing books out there – released or soon-to-be-released – that have certain passages that just captivate.
Here are just a few of those that caught my attention in the past month.
For one sunlit season, I had laughed and I had loved and I had been extraordinary. It was a glorious ruination–my madness was mine–and for that, I was not sorry.
I can’t put my favorite passage here or I’d be giving away a spoiler but if you read the book you’ll find it at the very end.
His whisper slipped into my soul, just like it had countless times before, and wound around my tender heart.
Colin’s brief touch at my shoulder was assuring. What did he know of the counterfeit life of which I’d been no more than currency, an ivory pawn?
Memories rose, rippling like pebbles tossed into the lies she’d told herself to try to forget about him.
With a whispered breath, he moaned, “Love.” It rolled from his lips like a promise, echoed layer after layer. Deep inside her, something shivered.
The human voice, it turns out, just isn’t that strong. Human hatred, on the other hand, is.
He smiled then, a sad smile that almost made my heart break into a million little pieces.
Raising one hand to his lips, he kissed his fingertips, and then pressed them against my heart. Something about the gesture said more than any words could, bringing tears to my eyes.
He pulled me closer, tighter, deepening the kiss as though starving, yet taking the time to savor every second. I knew how to kiss, knew the mechanics involved, but this was the first time I’d ever lost myself, ever wanted it more than breathing and wanted to keep doing it until time stood still and the earth faded away.
I do have a favorite passage close to the end, but it is a spoiler. Here are just a few of the overwhelmingly many beautiful passages in this book.
She counts the steps to one hundred, and then she can stop and really concentrate on the ball. She loves the way it moves over the grass, like a hand on bare skin, seeking out all the nuances.
She is forever in that moment just before sleep, that sweet hovering of a moment where nothing else matters. Sounds, urges, all is deep background noise. This, she realizes . . . this is truly where her brain doesn’t rule her world.
The desk :
Save me. I’m alive. Say yes. I need you. Come back.