I just finished reading The Freak Observer, a darkish YA novel by Blythe Woolston, and came across the single most evocative sentence I have read, in any novel for any age group, in years and years and YEARS.
The main character is in a ceramics studio, watching a secondary character throw a pot. When the artist has shaped the pot, it’s time to remove it from the wheel, which he accomplishes slicing it off with a thin wire, as carefully as if “it is the nest that holds the last hummingbird eggs in the world.”
Sigh. I wish I’d written that.
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