The smallest things made him happy – a blue sky, bicycle bells in the morning, the change of seasons, even the height of skyscrapers.

Pride filled her wrinkles.

– Diane Wei Liang, THE EYE OF JADE

My parents gave me an extra copy of this mystery, having somehow accidentally acquired two (this happens to our family a lot!) in Thanksgiving, and I only just read it now. I found it hard to get into a lot of the writer’s style, but those two lines stood out to me.