glint /ɡlɪnt/

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definition: a small flash of light, especially a reflected one

According to Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary, glint is in the bottom 30% of  words in terms of popularity, even lower than gleam, which is in the bottom 50%. That surprised me, because while I have commonly seen glint, as in “his eyes glinted in mischief”, I haven’t quite seen gleam being used in my creative writing classes.

I like this word, because it reminds me of dragonflies and little darting silverfish – and these in turn remind me of the childhood books I’d read, the adventures of the Famous Five and the Faraway Tree, plus so many other books of Enid Blyton. I really do wonder how popular her books are today. The current literature scene kind of – you know, gives me cause for worry because it’s so difficult to find a well-written book that stands out independently of its plot; and so difficult to find plots that are original.

Here are some of my favourite books in the recent years, and the only few I find are good. 100% welcoming any book recommendations!

  • a thousand splendid suns
  • the song of achilles
  • aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe
  • tell the wolves i’m home
  • the bear and the nightingale
  • the luster of lost things
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linger /ˈlɪŋɡə/

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definition: stay in a place longer than necessary because of a reluctance to leave

Unsurprisingly the root form of this word is similar to that of longing. I’ve come to realise that I really like the in-between words. The words of transition. Just like how I tend to like the in-between colours. I think there’s something about the in-beweens that I romanticise, like the delicate balance between the could-have-beens and the infinite possibilities in the future. The two things that I always think of when I think of transition words are: liminal spaces and story books (surprise, surprise).

Liminal spaces, simply put, are places of transition. (thank you, tumblr) Places like carparks, like stairwells and airports. They do not exist for their own sake but for their existence with the things that come before them and after them. What fascinates me is the fact that this concept of liminal space was first coined to describe that space in rituals where people are transiting from one stage of another. The fact that rituals came out of this instinctive need to protect our transitions, the fact that we even register these immaterial transitions as vulnerable, psychs me out.

I’m currently reading “The Luster of Lost Things” and I love it. There are so many things to love about this book. Its gentle message on kindness and changing the lives of other people; its simple lyrical prose that I find myself constantly highlighting; the serendipity of finding it on a bookstore shelf. Check it out if you need a gentle weekend break! I’m taking mine now and reminding myself that life is not as harsh as we assume it needs to be. xx