I have to fully admit that aside from the enthralling synopsis, I didn’t have a clue as to what I was truly in for by reading this book and for that alone, when all has now been said and done, I was mighty blessed as A Shortage of Angels: Diary of an Angel Hunter is one of those rare books that you should only know the title before giving yourself to its most wondrous prose.
Told with a folk-hued spirituality, nearly from the off you can hear the narrator Calvina East’s lower South dialect, which adds a sumptuous, warmly layered feeling to the way the book is read within our heads.
I dare not give away anything about the ebb and flow of this book, save for suggesting you have a hankie to hand come the end as it is one that will, unless you are made of stone, have you welling up; whilst at the same time having your ponder the larger, relatively unknown aspects of our lives.