“What’s that thing called?” I ask George’s mother. “Hangs off a turkey’s chin?”
…David’s richly textured writing reads like romantic poetry. Yet there is a clarity to the telling born of steady revelation in sign and image. The narrator, like an expert kite handler, works his string in concert with the wind to lead the colors of his craft across our minds’ eye.
As our protagonist Rovin, reborn Ravindranath the prophet, sets out at the beginning of Part II in search of the Magi, we long in our hearts most for his reunion with the Angel Drianelle….
I wish more people were reading books. Here’s what I’m reading: Heaven Is Coming Home, by David Suarez Gomez.