Through

The last page of Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. I first read this book when I was around twelve years old, much against my parents' better judgement, and it scared the bejeezus out of me. At the same time, though, even though the story was a horrible one, I was entranced by the beauty of Capote's language. Reading In Cold Blood was the first time I remember realizing that an author could use words as raw materials to create a work of art, much as a painter uses oils to create a painting.