As a boy he had never dreamed of an age when there was no song left, but still some heart.
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer
As a boy he had never dreamed of an age when there was no song left, but still some heart.
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer
I love that book so much — I had pulled it off the shelf last week to read it again, though I haven’t started. Maybe there’s something in the air that calls for Kingsolver…