“the sky was a fragile blue almost breakable”
I guess this is what makes a good book. what separates an average book from an exceptional book. A good writer.
The book itself it not easy to read “The unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” however when I sit down and shut out my distractions
I lose myself in it, in phrases and descriptions such as this one.
It seems so easy to write something like this but obviously it is not.
that is all I can say about it. It appears simple.