The local bookstore has a book club which I may or may not take part in. I've read the book, Dubliners, by James Joyce, just in case I do. I'm not sure I get the point of the stories - or the point of not having a point -, but occasionally they have quite gorgeous lines. Here's one:
The eyes were very dark blue and steady. Their gaze began with a defiant note but was confused by what seemed a deliberate swoon of the pupil into the iris, revealing for an instant a temperament of great sensibility.
"Deliberate swoon" - awesome.