The Last September by Elizabeth Bowen
1/10
page 33
'High up a bird shrieked and stumbled down through the dark, tearing the leaves. Silence healed, but kept a scar of horror.'
Oh please. Trying too hard to be poetic. I realise she is considered to be a class write, but I have decided life is too short. I'd rather an author just say it like it is. (Yet, I do like words well-written .... - just not in this book)
Abandoned.
1/10
page 33
'High up a bird shrieked and stumbled down through the dark, tearing the leaves. Silence healed, but kept a scar of horror.'
Oh please. Trying too hard to be poetic. I realise she is considered to be a class write, but I have decided life is too short. I'd rather an author just say it like it is. (Yet, I do like words well-written .... - just not in this book)
Abandoned.
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