The New Yorker was right in their Book Bench blog/column last summer: Emma's use of language is stunning. Jacob, not likeable at first, but obviously hurting, finds himself by the end, in a very realistic voice, appropriately tense narrative, and those amazing descriptions of emotions and people ...
She had completely white hair, swept back, and was wearing a loose-fitting flannel shirt. She looked like the kind of plain-Jane woman who still managed to elicit gritty loyalty in the men she was with. Not exactly pretty, but elegant in the way she did things. She probably had a quiet, studious ...