I recently had the pleasure of reading The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, a wonderful story that takes place in Barcelona from 1945 to 1966 and stretches back in time to 1932. The novel is filled with danger and intrigue, seduction and revenge and tragedy and love-- all revolving around the passion of books. Nearly every page has two sentences that captivate the reader. I particularly liked the following two:
A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept. My first thought on waking was to tell my best friend about the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.
Now here are two sentences from the novel I'm working on:
The fiery edges of the setting sun angled sharply over the distant peaks while lingering slivers of orange flew across the landscape like a bettor homing in on a hot table. The scorching orb that had claimed the Strip all day, sharing the wealth of its white-hot light no longer had the juice.
Would love to know about anything you're working on. Post a link or your words in the comments, and we'll update this post throughout the day!
• Terry Odell has intriguing forgotten evening sentences in the comments
• Barbara Martin also has sentences in the comments, these on Canadian history






















