This afternoon, sentences

I realized today that I love sentences. This afternoon I was eating seaweed salad and California rolls with chopsticks and reading Francine Prose’s Reading Like A Writer. And I remembered that one reason I love to read is the immersion in words, letting them wash over you and around you, like the librarian says in Roald Dahl’s Matilda. I love that Joe Meno says the moon was a coin at the bottom of a fountain. I love the way Annie Dillard describes a weasel’s jaw clamped on to the neck of an eagle. It’s the nerdiest fact I’ve yet realized about myself, this abiding love for sentences.

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