Oooh, Pretty Sentence…

I’ll admit it: I am sometimes a bad English major. When I sit down to read a novel or short story for a class, often it’s not the allusions or symbolism that drive me to deface my books and underline words; it’s beautiful sentences. When an author writes something poetic, something that really gets to the heart of life, it is sometimes enough to make me stop reading, re-read said sentence, and just feel jealous for a few moments that F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past,” and I did not. A great sentence, for me, is like a shiny object. It steals my attention away from what I’m meant to focus on and puts a smile on my face. I wouldn’t want it any other way.