Some books enamor you, some amaze you, but few own you in a way that you find your way back to them every chance you get. This book or rather novella is that for me.
It’s about a man who goes back to his hometown to attend a funeral and ends up revisiting his fantastical childhood in the process. The book will assuredly make you revisit your childhood when everything was possible and people ( and beings) were either good or bad.
I own a weather beaten copy of this, must have read it almost a decade back, and have carried it around with me through different homes, places and time.
This book remains an inspiration behind my novel and my thank you note will carry this book too!
Fingers in symphony 