Sometimes, when we are reading a book, we focus on the plot twists and the characters. But increasingly, I find I'm adding the language to this list of what makes me love a book.
I recently had a discussion with a relative about why the conversations around books, for decades, has decreasingly been about language. Think about it, the description, the emotion created in the classics are what have made them classics, not the story or the characters as much.
Why do you think that is?
I sometimes wonder if it is because of the society we are in. I don't know how many people (teens) I have talked to who quit reading The Hunger Games because the first part was boring, which, incidentally, is the same criticism I hear most about the movie. Are we so eager to jump into the plot immediately that we no longer allow for beautiful language?
I love John Milton - have for years. I started to re-read Paradise Lost a few days ago and was again blown away at the absolute beauty of his language.
What was the last book that amazed you with it's language? How have you found ways to work beautiful language into your writing? Classic or modern, what is the work that just takes your breath away with its language?