"Perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands..."

Two Writers' Hands

On page 2 of The Memory Keeper's Daughter, by Kim Edwards:

"Her hands were slender, her fingers short and sturdy, and she bit her bottom lip lightly, intently, as she read."

I could not stand to keep reading a book with such nonsensical and/or clichéd descriptions. I flipped 398 pages to the last page.
Here's the next-to-last sentence:

"Paul noticed how short and clipped her fingernails were, how delicate her hands looked ..."

Yep. I put it down.

Then I picked up Fahrenheit 451. On the third page, I read:

"The last few nights he had had the most uncertain feelings about the sidewalk just around the corner here, moving in the starlight toward his house. He had felt that a moment prior to his making the turn someone had been there.
. . . Perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant."

I have never read such a description (except when I read this book in high school, which I don't remember). Walking into the ghost heat of a person. And the character is a fireman.

I will follow you to the end of this book, Ray Bradbury.