Need inspiration on describing one of your characters? Try this passage from Herzog, by Saul Bellow:
In the brighter light of the seaward side of the house she looked extremely well, happy, her face tanned and smooth. On her mouth she wore poppy-colored lipstick, and gold-mesh jewelry on her arm, a heavy gold chain on her neck. She had aged a little–she must be thirty-eight or thirty-nine, was his guess, but her dark, close-set eyes, which gave her a fluid and merged gaze (she had a delicate, lovely nose), were clearer than he had ever seen them. She was in the time of her life when the later action of heredity begins, the blemishes of ancestors appear–a spot, or the deepening of wrinkles,…
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