Their Eyes Were Watching God

As much as I try, I cant seem to enjoy reading too much.
Just like I wish I was a good singer, I wish I was taller, and I wish I had a Great Dane named Teacup and a toy poodle named Goliath, I wish i could enjoy reading. It just doesn't work for me though. After two minutes of reading, Im pretty much bored. However, every statement has its exceptions,  just like this.
This past year we had to read Their Eyes were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, a book about Janie, a young lady who is married three separate times and experiences love and the social system and all sorts of stuff. The plot, I have to say, well, I just don't really care about. Its the writing, the way she uses her words and twists them so beautifully that is just incredible.

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"When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then, after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but he still glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks made them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine. "