Prompted Musing: Open a book and read any one sentence. Write about it.

“Open a book and read any one sentence.  Write about it.”

If you read the lengthy introductory post to this series, you’ll know that this particular one has been a long time coming. My (irrefutably valid) reason for taking so long: I wanted to finish reading said book first, instead of blindly writing about it while only knowing half of the story.  So, as you’ve probably guessed, I finally finished the book.

Now, truthfully, this post was also delayed by my serious reservations about musing over this particular book.  You see, I like to read what most people consider the proverbial trash of all literature.  Personally, I can think of a few other genres that should fall under this category instead (what with their apparent disregard for the basic principles of grammar and syntax…).  Nevertheless, when people here the words “romance novel”, their first reactions tend to be ones of disdain, disgust, and sometimes even pity.

But I’m saying screw it to my reservations, and sticking to my guns—romance novels are some of the most beautifully written books.  That’s fact.  (Well, MegRyann fact.) So, that book I keep going on about is none other than Nora Roberts’ latest, Bay of Sighs.

Prompted Musings Bay of Sighs

Let me first to say that I rate Nora Roberts as one of my favourite authors.  Yes, she is a romance novelist, and no, you cannot blindly judge her like an idiot because of that.  Nora Roberts is something special.  Not only does she have an unparalleled third person limited narration, she’s also one of the most disciplined writers known to the publishing world.  She treats writing like any other typical day job, hunkering down eight hours every day to work.  Hence, on average, she cranks out four books a year, all of which become New York Times’ Bestsellers.  Top that.

I realise that I just spent 300 words rambling on about the book, its genre, and its author as opposed to one of its sentences as the prompt states.  So let’s get to it, shall we?

“The day, already warm, offered a baking sun over their bird’s-eye view of sea and sand, of houses jogging down the long slope in their soft roses and whites and umbers.” (36)

How the sentence would read had I written it:

It was hot and sunny, and they could see the beach along with some pink, white, and brown houses.

Seriously, how does someone make such a boring sentence so effortlessly poetic?  And who knew “umber” was a word?  And can we take a moment to appreciate her gorgeous personification of ‘houses’?

I won’t say that this sentence is the most brilliant representation of Nora Robert’s mastery of the written word, but it gives you a sense, no?

Okay, musing complete.  Slightly off prompt, but still musing nonetheless.  Thanks for reading…or skimming and scrolling down to the end…

’til next time,
Meg ❤

P.S. Thoughts on romance novels and novelists?


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