Status Updates From Intruder in the Dust

“a face which in his estimation might have been fifty or even forty except for the hat and the eyes, and inside a Negro’s skin but that was all even to a boy of twelve shaking with cold and still panting from shock and exertion because what looked out of it had no pigment at all, not even the white man’s lack of it, not arrogant, not even scornful: just intractable and composed.” -Small part of one sentence

I can see why this isn’t considered one of Faulkner’s best, but it’s still reminding me of To Kill A Mockingbird and The Reivers so far (books I like more probably).