Soft Heaviness

Here is the opening paragraph in Liz Byrski’s  first venture into writing fiction, in Gang of Four (2004).

There was a moment when she first woke, a moment free of any sense of the day ahead; a moment before she opened her eyes and when all she could feel was the warmth of the early sunshine falling on her face through the open curtains, and the soft heaviness of her body relaxed after sleep. A moment of innocence before reality interfered.

I’d already lost interest at ‘soft heaviness’.  I didn’t need the naivety (‘innocence’, ‘reality’?) of the second sentence to confirm my disinterest not only in this character (I’m not a woman of a certain age) but also in this writing.

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