You know when you come across those books that make you go, "Uhnh." A terse punch in the gut that reminds you of something another you cannot seem to grasp. The pain lingers there for a couple of days, or at least a few hours, until it crystallizes into something harder. A fossil you might discover years from now when you're sorting through old receipts and are reminded of how you used to buy food to feed two, and you start to think - "God, I'm glad I read [such-and-such-a-book:]" so that I know there's someone else out there who's felt this stone clinkering around inside too.
Angel Wing Splash Pattern by Richard Van Camp is one of those books.