I fell in love with The Blade Itself the instant I read the first page. It was one of those books whose writing was so vivid, that I actually memorized a sentence instantly, and never forgot it!
Thirteen Snippets that Prove Marcus Sakey Kicks Ass as a Writer
- About a dirty cop, Terry: "Danny pictured Terry, that weasel mustache, the moist stink of a habitual farter." (2) I just love that line!
- Love how this detail makes the book feel real: "Personally, he’d always found the bristles of a street sweeper made the best lock picks, hard but flexible." (5)
- Perspective of a man released from hard time, seeing the world as a free man: "Every faded billboard and dying tree looked fresh and clean." (20)
- Love this description: "In front of him, five skeletal stories of structural steel rose to cut the sky in neat rectangles. A yard hand strode across a beam forty feet in the air, his orange jacket stark against swirling gray clouds." (23)
- Great Chapter Title: "Chapter Six: Sky Burned Blue" (37) Is that vivid, or what? It’s like poetry!
- I can see it: "... his boss seemed suddenly embarrassed to see him, though he covered with a salesman’s smile wide as it was fake." (39)
- "I guess I’m just getting scared after the fact. You know, the way your mom used to get when she’d find out you’d done something stupid years ago." (105)
- Remember those holy-sh-t-what-would-you-do questions? "His brakes were gone. The roads were icy, and there were a lot of cars. He could have tried to move to the right, off the road, hoped that everyone would get out of his way. But if it didn’t work, he might have crashed into another car. Maybe a family."
He turned to look at her. "So instead of risking other people, he jerked the whell to the left. They were widening the road, and there was a concrete construction barrier on that side. The cop said he was going fifty or sixty miles an hour. Dad didn’t have a chance, and he knew it." (226)
- So true: "You didn’t have to do terrible things to have guilt. Not preventing terrible things from happening would work, too." (304)
- "Nothing but the quiet echo of snowflakes and all the time in the world." (306) The sound of snow if my very favorite sound!
- "He didn’t realize he was crying until he felt a tear turn to ice on his cheek." (307)
- Great ending: "Everything that had been there when he’d come in--the faded skyline, the dingy town houses, the tired winter grass--had disappeared beneath a clean coat of white." (307)
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