I have always loved to read but had never thought of it as a
training ground for writing. It made sense.
I began to read more broadly, more voraciously than ever. A broader exposure to genre helped me
discover my preferred groove, my vocabulary became more extensive, and I noted the
vast variety of plotting techniques. But
it is my latest reading that reminds me that it is in the concord of the multifaceted
parts of language that a story moves from simple to complex, from shelf-worthy
to noteworthy.
Diana’s latest novel, Written
In My Own Heart’s Blood, is a study in the music of syntax, at times sweet
harmony, at others, deliberate raw dissonance.
She weaves a wonderful tale but it is the composition of her language
that hums as you sweep through the saga.
Her use of rhythmic dialect, her colourful strings of metaphor, the
strident use of powerful verbs, and the resolute beat of pacing, leading to
perfect crescendos…poetic, lyrical, emotional—powerful writing orchestrated to
draw you into her aria, to allow its melody to flow over you and through you,
still singing softly in the corners of your mind and your heart long after you
have closed the pages of the book.
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