By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Elizabeth Smart wrote the most overtly dramatic book I've ever read, and most of it for all of it's bloated melodrama was also a work of evocative poetic-prose. The book is epic. Most of it is senseless out of context. But the book was autobiographical, and like real life, had a sequel: The assumption of the Rogues and Rascals. They're often sold bound together as they pertain to the same characters and plot lines of the authors life.

"Once upon a time there was a woman who was just like all women. And she married a man who was just like all men. And they had children who were just like all children. And it rained all day."

You can smell the dissatisfaction. After By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, it's as if she learned craft to companion the intensity of her expression. Much of the book is still burdened with extreme melodrama, but the prose is still in it's own league. I'll quopte a tad more:

"Sometimes with slow understanding they make imperceptible movement towards each other, perectly balanced on their twig; their eyes outward, their snouts upwards, their tails curled permanently like teacup handles."