英语读书笔记-Book Lovers Day 05
Part 1
- Libby takes a swig of tomato juice.
- Because he’s made the unilateral decision to roll all four windows down.
- My hair is flapping so violently across my face I can barely see his watery eyes in the rear-view mirror when I look up from my phone.
- In the time that we were deplaning and collecting our luggage - a full hour, despite the fact that our flight was the only arrival in the dinky airport.
- It looks like I just got back from an eight-week stranding on a desert island.
- Nothing makes a coterie of already neurotic authors quite so neurotic as publishing’s annual slow season.
Part 2
- Every delayed reply they get seems to trigger an avalanche of DOES MY EDITOR HATE ME???
- He laughs, whipping around a corner.
- Libby sits up woozily, smoothing her gleaming (miraculously untangled ) hair.
- There’s nothing but shaggy.
- it ends abruptly , and a meadow slope upwards, riddled with sprays of yellow and purple wildflowers, A dead end.
- The driver ducks his head to peer up the slope.
- Libby grimaces. “The listing did note it wasn’t wheelchair accessible.”
- Santa has already gotten out of the car to wrestle our luggage from the trunk.
- I clamber out after him into the brilliant sunlight. the heat instantly making my all-black travel uniform fell stiflingly thick.