“A voice sings itself quiet,
murders perfect syllables.”
— Peggy Dobreer
How do you encapsulate a woman with so many enticing layers? You read In the Lake of Your Bones by Peggy Dobreer.
Throughout this book, there was a woman holding my hand, taking me on colorful journeys. Riding flashbacks like airplanes, seeing street corners and alleyways of where all the wild, all the beautiful, all the painful, and all the growing things happened.