I'm finally reading my "A" book which is Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingsolver. I'm not terribly far into it (what happened to all my reading time???) but am liking it so far. It's about a woman who goes back to her hometown because her father isn't well. She's dealing with old hurts and old ghosts all while missing her sister who is in Nicaragua.
From page 210:
The canyon walls rose straight up on either side of us, ranging from sunset orange to deep rust, mottled with purple. The sandstone had been carved by ice ages and polished by desert eons of sandpaper winds.
2 comments:
I loved this book (and generally pretty much everything Kingsolver has written).
My teasers are here.
I really like Barbara's book but have not read this one yet.
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