The syntax of words are like a string of Christmas lights-arranged beautifully by color, design and strung on the Christmas tree or across a garage roof, they are delightful.
I found a string of Christmas lights today in Tricia Springtubb's "What Happened on Fox Street." It looks like an early reader.
Here is a short excerpt:
"It was a short street, five houses on either side, smooshed close together but in a nice way, like friendly people in a crowded elevator...Mo Wren's house was in the middle where a heart would be had Fox street been a person.