I really gravitate

towards books

where the voice is

innocent and kind-hearted

and tender.

You see this in Piranesi

and you see this in

The Swallowed Man

and you see this here,

in The Blue Book of Nebo,

an apocalyptic Welsh novel

featuring a mother

and her children

that had me teary-eyed

pretty much

from start to finish.

What a beautiful novel.

And a further flex:

it was written in Welsh

by Manon Steffan Ros

and translated

into English

by Manon Steffan Ros.