I'm reading The Little Giant of Aberdeen County by Tiffany Baker, and I'm loving it!
It's the story of Truly Plaice, a solid girl who grows up to be a solid woman. She's not exactly a giant, but she's taller and bigger than most men. And she's ugly (that's not my word; that's how the author describes her). Her sister, Serena Jane, on the other hand is small and beautiful.
The other night, while reading along, I was thrilled to come across this lint phrase:
"Really, Truly," Serena Jane said, flicking a piece of lint off her cardigan, bored with my fantasies, "you might at least acknowledge that you're female."
Have you read this book? I highly recommend it.
I recently read the novel The Keep by Jennifer Egan. If you want to read what I thought about it, visit my book blog where I sort of reviewed it / sort of moaned about how confusing it was!
While reading it, I came across this passage:
It's about the size of a shoebox--in fact it is a shoebox, I can see the Adidas logo right through the paint. He lifts off the top and I look inside the box and see dust. Lint, hair, fur. Dust of every color and thickness. A lot of dust balls all clumped into one big clump. Davis holds the box right under my face.
Again, it's a weird book (in my opinion) but it does include lint, so it wasn't all bad!
