Here’s a taste of what I’m reading:
"We are mired even happily in the sweet weeks of June, when vigour is everywhere, the green of everything violent and hungry, the young brambles anxious and ambitious to cover every neglected dip and awkward hillock of our fields. Perhaps that is the great note of the summer, an awful anxiety that takes itself into everything like a strange rot in the windowsills, eating out the hearts of things till you could put your finger through the last coat of sorrow."
Annie Dunne by Sebastian Barry pg. 84
By reading this one random and small sample, you can clearly see poetry in the prose. I'm enchanted by the writing.
Here is a link to SoftDrink's review of Annie Dunne. This is what directed me to pick up this book.
What are you reading?