Toni Morrison ...whenever I read her, I am in awe of her ability to create a galaxy of love, beauty , ugly , noble and ignoble  souls painted and turned inside out ( and so real that you sweat...worry and cheer for them. You hide out with them..fight back with them..marry and bury them)   , landscapes that you can touch -smell-  hear  and feel in every paragraph.
She is a work song, a jazz soloist, a brown hand playing classical music . Sometimes  I read the same sentences again and again , just in case I missed a sound, a plea, an affirmation in disguise. She is our guide through a high temple/ a pyramid/a field  at night/ or a church of hidden rooms  that she walks us through with her  lit candles