Blue sky, green trees.
It seems like recently the trend in writing has been to over-explain and overshare, telling us every little thing that happens as well as 12 random thoughts the characters have while the little thing happens. This book was so different, so refreshingly different. A cigarette is tucked behind someone's ear when a scene opens, a few paragraphs later the person blows smoke out of their nose, and on the next page it's mentioned that the person lights a second cigarette. Do you see? The author never mentioned the lighting of the first cigarette. That is good writing, that is show don't tell, that is an author trusting us as readers.
It seems like recently the trend in writing has been to over-explain and overshare, telling us every little thing that happens as well as 12 random thoughts the characters have while the little thing happens. This book was so different, so refreshingly different. A cigarette is tucked behind someone's ear when a scene opens, a few paragraphs later the person blows smoke out of their nose, and on the next page it's mentioned that the person lights a second cigarette. Do you see? The author never mentioned the lighting of the first cigarette. That is good writing, that is show don't tell, that is an author trusting us as readers.