I love Anna Quindlen's writing! Today, I started her book Blessings and hit this truism on page 7: The light caught the car itself squarely, so that the two people in the front seat, a boy and a girl, each poised between the raw uncertain beauty of adolescence and the duller settled contours of adulthood, were illuminated momentarily as though by the flash from a camera.
The part I highlighted in red is what grabbed me so strongly.
