The novels I've recently read/heard commonly have the following type of redundancy, the voice not always being one of the characters. Even when it is, I find it distracting. Me being pedantic?
- The building was triangular in shape ("It should have been me" by Susan Wilkins)
- I watched his Adam's apple rise up and down in his throat ("Unfaithful" by J.L.Butler)
- He nodded to himself ("The Maidens" by Alex Michaelides)
- I thought to myself ("Unfaithful" by J.L.Butler)
- I screamed out loud ("Unfaithful" by J.L.Butler)
- with audible clicks ("Dark Pines" by Will Dean)
- She lets out an audible sigh ("The Last Library" by Freya Sampson)
- hitting the ground with an audible thud ("The Last Library" by Freya Sampson)
- she paled visibly ("The Hidden Beach" by Karen Swan)
- Holgate visibly winced ("The Fine Art of Invisible Detection" by Robert Goddard)
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