Just finished reading Kingsolver's "Pigs in Heaven." I loved this book! Kingsolver's writing is cleverly musical and visual. She gives life to words and stories without resorting to big, long, and fancy words that some other writers tend to hide behind. Some writers seem to think that the more letters there are in a word within their stories, the better they might be as writers. A good writer is a good storyteller whose words, short or long, become larger than life. What's more is that Kingsolver also has a good sense of humor. Here are several of my favorite lines in her book.
'Yeah, but this one takes the prize. She's accepted Barbie as her personal savior.'
'I think that's why Las Vegas is the way it is. It's kind of like the only trash can for a hundred miles, so all the garbage winds up in it.'
"His mouth and hers exchange a gentle pressure and their tongues salute each other, blind sea creatures without armor, touching one another's soft surfaces with hopeful recognition."
"Alice breathes a little deeper. Sympathizing over the behavior of men is the baking soda of women's friendships, it seems, the thing that makes them bubble and rise."
"She stops trying to talk for a while, since there is nothing to say about a lost child that can change one star in a father's lonely sky."
"For reasons she couldn't explain, the naked, curled little nuts remind her of babies waiting to get born."
'I don't know about that. You got a real nice talking voice. I was thinking the other day, if I had a telephone I'd call up Alice just to listen at her voice. I bet you could sing like a bird.' 'A turkey buzzard,' Alice says."
"They rock against each other, holding on, and the birds in the forest raise their voices to drown out the secret of creation."
"She feels she has died and gone to the Planet of Men Who Cook."
"Annawake exhales sharply. 'I've had enough men in my life to last me about seven lifetimes. Think about it, Dell, growing up with all you guys, and Daddy, and Uncle Ledger. All those penises! You all had me surrounded like a picket fence.'
'Annawake, you've got you a good heart. Run with it. Your whole life, you've been afraid of yourself.....Birdy told me.'