I love when someone writes the heck out of a sentence. On Thursdays, I try to post some of my favorites.
“I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year. In the winter I would choose February. I had it figured that the reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day. December and January are cold and wet, but, somehow, that’s their right. February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down. Christmas is over and spring seems years away. So February sneaks in a couple of beautiful days early on, and just when you’re stretching out like a cat waking up, bang! February hits you right in the stomach. And not with a lightning strike like a September hurricane, but punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse—except August.”
~Katherine Paterson’s Jacob Have I Loved