Properly Awry

My 39th book this year was I'd Know You Anywhere by Laura Lippman.  The book itself is probably not the best I've read of hers, but I was reminded that I love how she strings her words together, I simply enjoy how she writes, regardless of the storyline.  

The afternoon stretched before them, inert yet somehow demanding, like a guest who had shown up with a suitcase full of dirty laundry.

Elizabeth wanted to know what she looked like when no one was looking.

A few lines from the book, there are many more but I'm too lazy to type them out.  I enjoy Lippman's Tess Monaghan PI/mystery series, but her writing style, her piecing together of her prose, shines best in her stand alone fiction.