Of those words I am sick of, coalescing is one. So is sharp. And shattered. And muzzily.
Also, people are firming their jaws all over the place in this book. And I never shut up about light. It is the only quality of the environment I notice, apparently.
Fifty pages to go, and then I write a scene and a part of a scene that need to be inserted, and then I only have to read this twice more ever.