My God, what kind of cologne did he use? He smelled good. Warm and fresh, like a memory . . . the high mountain balds in springtime, when the rhododendron blooms. Like sky and granite and sunshine and earth; a view across endless blue mountain ridges. Daddy, Momma, Alex and I had picnicked in one of those high mountain meadows one spring. That painfully sweet memory, long hidden, suddenly seemed as vivid as my own breath.
-p 34. “Soul Catcher” by Leigh Bridger
Forgive me my friends! I have again did the stupid thing! I meant to read just a few pages to get the “feel” of the book! And well, I can’t put it down now! The fact that it is an e-book, is sad because I can’t carry it around and I miss reading this when the computer has to be switched off for obvious reasons.
Have you read this one? I am loving it so far.