There is sometime completely comforting each time I read the pages of Suzanne Clothier's book Bones Would Rain from the Sky. I don't even know how to describe it, really, but it's the same feeling I get when I drink a very welcome warm cup of coffee on a cold winter morning. It just feels damn good.
I've written about how much I resonate with Suzanne's style of
For now, I place Bones back on my bookshelf...edges of the cover lovingly starting to curl...the spine prominently shown as an invite to pick it up, once again, when the time is right.