I’ve been meaning to read TUCK EVERLASTING by Natalie Babbitt forever, and not getting around to it. I’d never read it as a child. I was at retreat recently where the guest author said (I think it was Linda Sue Park) that she tries to re-read TUCK every year.
Now I know why. Simply Wonderful. Beautiful prose and delightful characters. She sketches Winnie Foster with the briefest of lines but you understand her perfectly. In other passages, her description of the hot August prairie are to die for.
This one jumped out at me:
“The pastures, fields, and scrubby groves they crossed were vigorous with bees, and crickets leapt before them as if each step released a spring and flung them up like pebbles. But everything else was motionless, dry as biscuit, on the brink of burning, hoarding final reservoirs of sap, trying to hold out till the rain returned, and Queen Anne’s lace lay dusty on the surface of the meadows like foam on a painted sea.”
~ Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt, 1975
I am inspired to do better in my own writing.