A review by ambassadorfae
Dalva by Jim Harrison

5.0

I drove from Philadelphia to West Virginia alone in 1993 in the pouring rain. I pulled over in a national forest, hunkered down in my hatchback with a fuzzy blanket and read this book in one astonished sitting. My first love had died in a grisly car wreck three years before. This book meant everything to me. I still carry it in my heart.