/lit/ - Literature

>>16160181
>Personally I found the prose riveting
Why do you brainlet fictionfags always right something like this when you have no idea what you're talking about. Explain why the 'prose' was good halfwit. Give an example.

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>>16160233
Second line of the second paragraph I actually like.

>talking about the air like she's a fucking air connoisseur
The people is that she thinks she has good taste despite thinking everything beautiful is just a diamond. There's this youthful arrogance to it, like John Green minus the self awareness. I would sooner believe she were told this was what beauty looked like than that she found it in any gem.

>>16161223
>The people
The problem

>>16160233
>I couldn't /get/ used to it
Why is 'get' the emphasised word in that sentence?
Surely no emphasis was needed here, or at least a push 'couldn't'.

>>16160233
How do you "literally" sparkle? Was he figuratively sparkling before? Why "white despite the faint flush?" Is he pale or not? Why does it matter if his lids are closed as regards to him sleeping -- does not sleeping mean he never closes his eyes? She uses too many adjectives and adverbs like she doesn't trust the reader to see what she is describing. (How many fucking times is she going to tell us that he is shimmering -- and scintillating (which are different, by the way -- is he shining softly or brightly?) and incandescent. Was she really comparing the meadow to his "magnificence"?.

>>16161761
Vampires literally sparkle in the twillight franchise I've seen the movies and read some of the books when I was younger.

No consequences.

Bump

A lifetime ago when these books were all the rage and I had never heard of them, I was out wandering around the city, like 4AM Monday, stoned out of my mind enjoying the empty city in the early morning summer hours, it was fairly idyllic, halcyon days and all that. I wandered into a park and saw a book sitting on a bench, I look around, no one was in sight. So I nonchalantly walk up to the bench being careful to not look at the book, I think I looked at the park lights which are a rather pleasant bit of illumination.

Oh look, a comfy bench!.

I sat down on the opposite end of the bench from the book, making sure to avoid eye contact. I take another look around the park, a slow scan of it in its whole as if I was just taking it all in. Not a person around. I listen. Distant traffic, small waves lapping up on the shore and the start of dawns chorus. I gave another look about the park. Still empty. I scoot over to the book. Another look. Still empty. Set my bag on top of the book and dug out a smoke. Leisurely smoke. Stretch my legs out. Look at the stars. Stand up.

Probably should be moving on, sun is going to be up soon.

Scoop up my bag and the book underneath, bag over the shoulder, book into bag with smokes. Walk. I got away with it, no one saw. Found a nice bench under a light a ways down a trail and have a seat to find out what I got. Eclipse (I think that is the one I found), never heard of it. Start reading. Vampire dude walking about, sun hits him and it sparkles off him like millions off diamonds exploding from him. Leave the book and wander off in a daze trying to comprehend vampires who sparkle in the sunlight with the intensity of millions of diamonds and the sort of people who read about them.

Those two pages or so were probably the most confusing thing I have ever read and I do not think I would have gotten along much better if I had been sober, I just would not have gone through the song and dance to cover up my supposed book thievery. I have yet to fully recover. Naked Lunch is easy compared to this shit.

>>16160181
Stop egosurfing, Stephanie. You ruined vampires and werewolves for four generations.