I’ve been reading this book slowly. And only when I know I can be deliberate about it. Sometimes we come across a book that possesses all the elements necessary for a fine, very fine reading experience. And when we do come across that one book, we simply do not want it to end. So, we read it slowly. Deliberately.

As I am still in the midst of this tale, I will only tell you that every character is engaging. Even the Raven. Oh, most definitely the Raven. But it isn’t so much just the tale that has me so captivated, it’s the way in which it is being shown.

“Michael Morgan made no sound on the gravel, and when he said, “Good day, bird,” the raven dropped the sandwich and sprang almost four feet straight up. He turned in the air so that he was facing Michael as he came down and he was cursing even before he hit the ground. “What a thing to do!” he cried furiously. “What a sonofabitching thing to do!” Michael slapped his thighs soundlessly, and from his throat came surfs of laughter as silent as lightning.” *

The words dance a sensuous tango,
mesmerizing the on-looker.

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* pg 87

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