Writing style
Aug. 24th, 2010 08:39 pmOr at least it seems so based on this short paragraph:
"He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It smelled like forest, like everything that is green and fir’s wood. It smelled like the desert’s sand under the blinding sun. It smelled like history, like old leather in a zoco and sandalwood. It smelled like the enraged sea, like the Scotland coast. It smelled like home, like evenings in the sofa and a crackling fire. It smelled like friendship felt. It smelled like everything that was precious and for what it was worth to be alive"