Saturday, April 9, 2011

Favorite Words: Parched

Here's another word that delights me.  My oldest grandchild started talking early and has had an incredible vocabulary ever since she started.  But when a three year old tells you that she's parched, it stays with you.  It's been one of my very favorite words ever since.  Just found it again today in a poem from Room Enough for Love, by Ralph Fletcher:


We lay once beneath the clouds
but now I've lost the sky.

Youn handed me an ice-cold drink
and now my throat stays parched.

I ran my fingers through your hair
which cost mey sense of touch.

With you I watched my first sunrise --
that's how I lost the sun.

From one of the Cinder books (didn't record which one, unfortunately) by Marissa Meyer
Disc 2, Track 8
"She wet her parched lips...."

From Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver
Audio disc 6, chapter 11
"I was interested in the weather forecast.  We hadn't had a drop of rain since that double rainbow hailstorm back in January, and the whole world was looking parched.  When you walked  by a tree or a bush it just looked like it ached somehow."
From Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan
Page 179
"I try to say Who's there? but it catches in my throat, which is parched, and I make a little croak instead." 
From Alliance: The Paladin Prophecy #2 by Mark Frost
Page 313
"Her lips were chapped and she sounded parched."

From Sepulchre by Kate Mosse Disc 2, near the beginning
"His cheeks grew hollow and his skin transparent; his brown eyes were dulled, permanently blood-shot; his lips withered and parched." 

From The Janus Stone by Griffiths
pg. 93
"But then the moment passes and Hennessey says briskly, "I'm parched.  Do you fancy a cup of coffee?" 

From Twisted Innocence by Terri Blackstock:
"Kathy took in the sight of Michael like a parched desert traveler." 

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