Likes
- Muscular prose: "Flames scamper up walls. Parked automobiles catch fire, as do curtains and lampshades and sofas and mattresses and most of the twenty thousand volumes in the public library. The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning." (All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr)
- A dozen Blue-fronted Dancers right outside my car door.
- Nighttime insect music in the back yard.
Dislikes
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