Then I WANT to read your BOOK!!!
From Suttree by Cormac McCarthy:
Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth highshouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you.
Could use a few well placed commas for ease of reading, but the subjective nature sets the tone with poetic perfection. I know nothing about this book, but based on this, I am certain I would love it even if I hated the story.
Cheryl Anne Gardner