Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.
Love this.
I've edited novels where the male author described a woman as having 'medium-sized breasts'. So, all that tell us is she has boobs! Does it tell us about her character, her like and dislikes, her personality??
One of my bugbears is authors spoon-feeding readers everything and not leaving them anything to work out:
'I've already told you that!' Bob said, angry that he had to repeat himself.
Mind you, I'm reading a Patricia Scanlan novel atm, and she has written some American characters. Fine, but she's changed the narrative around the US characters to say things like 'elevator' and 'cell phone', and left Irish idioms in their speech along with some completely unbelievable Texas slang - so, things like 'Hey, y'all, the sun's splitting the stones. Gee, who's minding the babby''? Argh.