A taste of honey by Kai Ashanti Wilson. I think the author was aiming for lyrical, but fell into indecipherable instead. "Alongside the boulevard, there was a whole length of hedge round some rich merchant's compound blooming. Night-bees swarmed over the huge blowsy flowers, white phosphoresced in the moonlight. As drafts cause candlewicks to brighten, so did the glimmering of the nights-bees flare while they drank the nectar, then dim at liftoff to the next blossom." (p.13). I want to expend my mental energy plumbing the characters, the plot, or the world details, not parsing sentences.
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