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  • Jul. 17th, 2005 at 3:09 PM
Bill Hicks
Little, Big
By John Crowley

"The more he looked at her the stronger it grew, the more she looked at him the more he felt... what? In a moment of silence they simply looked at each other, and understanding hummed, thundered within Smoky as he realized what had happened: not only had he fallen in love with her, and at first sight, but she at first sight had fallen in love with him, and the two circumstances had this effect: his anonymity was being cured. Not disguised, as George Mouse had tried to do, but cured, from the inside out. That was the feeling. It was as though she had stirred him with cornstarch. He had begun to thicken."


onceupon wrote:
Jul. 17th, 2005 08:10 pm (UTC)
This is why I love love love this book.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jul. 17th, 2005 08:13 pm (UTC)
This book is fabulous. I've actually found myself reading it out loud to myself, because I love the way the words feel slipping over my tongue and between my lips.

This book is pure verbal pornography.
onceupon wrote:
Jul. 17th, 2005 08:19 pm (UTC)
That is why it's taking me so long to finish it! Because I keep reading it aloud.

I KNEW you were going to love it.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jul. 17th, 2005 08:22 pm (UTC)
We, I fear, are complete and total dorks.

Nice, isn't it?

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