Goblin Fruit

I've begun reading books written for 4-year-olds.  And 10-year-olds.  And 0-year olds.  But this one, written for 17-year-olds, has had me for over 3 hours ever since I started it on the train ride home from work.  People say "don't bring work home with you" but this book, to be read for work, is worth as many evenings at home as it takes.

"Kizzy wanted to be a woman who would dive off the prow of a sailboat into the sea, who would fall back in a tangle of sheets, laughing, and who could dance a tango, lazily stroke a leopard with her bare foot, freeze an enemy's blood with her eyes, make promises she couldn't possibly keep, and then shift the world to keep them.  She wanted to write memoirs and autograph them at a tiny bookshop in Rome, with a line of admirers snaking down a pink-lit alley.  She wanted to make love on a balcony, ruin someone, trade in esoteric knowledge, watch strangers as coolly as a cat.  She wanted to be inscrutable, have a drink named after her, a love song written for her, and a handsome adventurer's small airplane, champagne-christened Kizzy, which would vanish one day in a windstorm in Arabia so that she would have to mount a rescue operation involving camels, and wear an indigo veil against the stinging sand, just like nomads."

-from Lips Touch Three Times by Laini Taylor

If I could ever write like that, I would die a satisfied old woman...