This is my favorite paragraph right now:
"She could stay in the hut. She could go to Zanzibar and drink in the sun. With strangers. To drink in the sun! To feel the numbing of her tongue and limbs while her skin cooked slowly, and her feet dug deeper in the powdery sand! Drunk in the sun she felt communion with all people and knew they wished her the best."
From How We Are Hungry by Dave Eggers pages 144-145.
I wish more writers would use exclamation points as liberally.
From How We Are Hungry by Dave Eggers pages 144-145.
I wish more writers would use exclamation points as liberally.