Indiana Winter is not often a phrase that makes people happy. I think this book will be an exception to that rule. Susan Neville portrays the people and places of Indiana with the tender grace of someone deeply in love and yet not blinded by it. Her imagery is profound and clear; the color red is described in one place as the color between your fingertips if placed over a flashlight, and elsewhere three red-headed children are described as three matches waiting to be lit. This is good writing.
Yes, I love Indiana. I have been many beautiful places, and still find a special part of my soul for sunsets over Hoosier cornfields and farmhouses. In my own spiritual autobiography, I’ve done my best to show how much I love the people there. Neville focuses more on place, but even so, she does a much better job than I.