The Last True Poets of the Sea

This is one of those books that will have a Forever under my skin. I don't know how else to explain it except to say that I wish I could read it for the first time again, and then, perhaps, with a quote because I adore the imagery:

“A thousand prisms. I imagined sunlight piercing a glass chest full of cut crystals, the light turning to Technicolor fractals as it passed through jewels.”