The book I recently read

For three days I have been reading a book, a novella actually, written by a female British writer born in Pakistan. It’s about love between brother and sister who were brought up in different families and had no knowledge about their natural parents.
I like this book, not because of the plot and the intimacy between the two characters, but the fluent narration and the brilliant use of certain words.
When reading this book, I even couldn’t help but think that when I was young and learning at college, if my English books had contained such works as texts (chosen on the basis of their artistic and linguistic aspects rather than their political correctness), perhaps I would have further preference for my English classes.
The works used in my English books are from too old ages, correctly composed although, but generally lack dynamism or linguistic attractiveness.
In order to prove my words, I’d like to quote some sentences from this book “Half Life”:

1. She was now accountable to no one, apart from Jazz.
2. Her pale brown skin was unpowdered, and had a slight gleam; her lips were unmade up too, and her plumper lower lip was just slightly pinker than the other. She replaced her hat, and the cigarette in her hand trailed smoke behind in a curling, wispy stream.
3. He sat with her on the steps that led to their small patch of garden, as she lit up.
4. He had worked doggedly through punishing hours to complete his medical training.
5. Patrick watched her smoke, and after a moment took the cigarette from her, and tried an experimental drag. “God, that’s disgusting,”he said, flinging it down and crushing it underfoot.
6. It is as though they were two halves of the same sun that had fallen apart, spinning around in space, with a magnetic connection deep in their cores...
7. She is flooded with pity and slight disgust at the sight of such voluptuous decay, and tried hard not to show it on her face.
8. She hear Patrick moving through the flat, flicking on the switch in their hallway, pushing the door wide, and now he is standing on the threshold in a pool of electric light, waiting for her.
   So much for my quotation from this book. Hope you like the sentences as I do.