Fiona's poetry is exquisite; the words are almost palpable, ripe, warm and juicy like blackberries eaten as fast as they can be picked off the sun warmed brambles.
Much to my delight her fiction has the same cadence...one which, to my mind, is reminiscent of Gregorian Monks chanting their prayers.
The Letters flings the reader up onto an edge of adrenaline fuelled frisson before dropping you into fur lined ruts where you could happily luxuriate forever.
There is a decadent syncopation to The Letters.
5 comments:
I already have my copy of the book, but now I'm even more eager to read it. Thanks!
How super. It's on my wish list atm :)
Nice review, Denyse. I may have to treat myself.
What a wonderful review. I must read this collection now.
Another book to add to my Amazon wish list! Fiona's book sounds too delicious not to read.
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