Guess who wrote this:
A glimmer that danced across her round, dark eyes whenever I looked at her, the slightest hint of uncertainty, as if, deep inside, she knew how fragile things really were, and that if she ever let go, even for a moment, all her plans might quickly unravel. That touched me somehow, that trace of vulnerability. I wanted to know that part of her.
Hint: It’s a writer whose work I REALLY like.
UPDATED: *sigh* I said “guess,” and my friends Googled. It’s Barack on Michelle, from The Audacity of Hope.