You know, when I was fresh out of university I realized the greatest gap in my English mastery is that I struggle with articulating abstract ideas. The first book that actually got me thinking like, “damn, there’s some phrases here I could use” is Joan Didion’s Why I Write. Her writing style, perhaps typical of American writers of her era, is very incisive, it’s as if at her times the measure of literary achievement is not in the flowery, but by who can reproduce human experience in words in the most specific and concise manner. Specific, as in the writing is sharp and calls out a single shade of nuance amongst the overlapping mix of human experiences. This specific shade of grief, not this, nor that. Concise, as in each word is there for a purpose. The writing is tight, the choice of word has been deliberated over and over extensively so that there’s only content and no room for fat. Now fast forward to 3 or 4 years later, I believe I still have a long way to go in this area
Postscript: I like this one because articulating subjective preferences has always been challenging for me