Then there are the Beautiful books. A rarer find, these books fill you with inspiration and the language itself resembles a carefully crafted piece of art. These books are the chocolate truffles of the literary world. I have seldom come across a Beautiful book in my years of reading. They are bewitching yet elusive, and tend to be stumbled upon by chance, they cannot be sought out.
The book I am currently reading is Beautiful: The Hare with Amber Eyes: A Hidden Inheritance.
The only other Beautiful book I can think of (that I have read), is The Elegance of the Hedgehog.
Although, of course, many books have eloquent language, these books are really something special. Rather than wanting to gobble the pages up like a standard bar of chocolate, you attempt to savour them.
Letting the words melt on your tongue.
Nibbling the thick chocolate casing as you slowly polish off the preface.
Each chapter is a bite further into the creamy, praline center.
Until, finally all that remains is a few flakes of sugar, as you linger over the final sentence, bitter sweet that you have finished the novel.