Three Lines for Wooly's Boy
I want to fangirl a little for yesscoolverygoodok today. Her Boy just discovered her writing and I think he needs a primer as to why she is so amazing. Here are three lines that hooked me.
Running Dry: The snow is falling in heavy clumps as Katniss stares out her soot streaked kitchen window onto the porch and the street beyond. An amorphorous cloud on the glass balloons and contracts in sync with her breathing, and she's momentarily distracted by the way its edges creep rhythmically back and forth.
This was my Valley Song moment because it was the first thing I read from Wooly. It was in Chapter 8 and it made the mockingjays stop singing so they could listen. Obviously, I stopped immediately and went to the beginning.
To the Victors: She thinks of blueberries' warm sweetness and the roundness she feels when they are in her mouth. Their tangy skin and pale flesh.
Ever read Pablo Neruda? This has the same feel-- every day objects infused with sweet fecundity. Sexy as hell. Also, I think that really she's just a poet with excellent punctuation skills.
Color Theory: Cream is the color of assumption. The color of my markless skin.
This one is the the one. The one I always send people to when they say, "Why do you read fanfiction?" Color Theory fleshed out Peeta's character more in 1300 words than Gary Ross was able to do in an entire movie. It is beautiful, heart wrenching, and should be your new head cannon.