Sometimes when I’m reading a book, particularly if it is a good book, I get distracted. My mind starts to wander from the story line and I find myself pausing and simply enjoying the word dancing in rhythm on the page. You see a good book will do that. It will sneak under your skin and into your subconscious and make you dream about beautiful phrasing, effortless dialogue and alluring imagery. Or is that just me? Is it simply the writer in me that admires such breathtaking writing?