One of the most frustrating things for me the year I spent an extended time in France was how limited my vocabulary was. I knew enough French to get by and have rudimentary conversations, but my speaking and comprehension was on a low level. I could say that it was cold out, or it was raining, but I didn’t know how to say that it was blustery. Or drizzling. Or that the wind whipped around the buildings and whistled down the alleys, pushing me off my feet and leaving me gasping for breath.
No, I was limited to “it’s cold.”
In English I know the nuances of a word’s meaning. I can parse vocabulary and try to pick the just-right-PERFECT word to express my feelings or thoughts. Any other language has me speaking like a preschooler.
I’d never before appreciated the intricacies of language so much, and been so happy to get back to familiar soil where I could choose the words I wanted to use, not just the ones I knew. I began to really recognize how some words were extra special to me, because of their sound or their meaning.
I love that word. I love the way it sounds when I say it. I love what it means. I love the idea of it. It’s what caught my attention when Adrienne told me about the writing book she’d found – how could I not want to read it, with one of my favorite words ever in the title?
Do you have any favorite words, ones that will guarantee you’ll pick up a book (if only for a closer look) if they’re in the title? Or are there any words that will all but guarantee you’ll pass on a book if they’re in the title?
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