| The Way the Crow Flies |
| Thursday, 20 January 2005 | |
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“The Way the Crow Flies”
Okay then… here we go… It is very rare to be be so very engrossed in a book and to be immediately at peace when the back cover closes (particularly when the book lasts over 700 pages and certainly fails my mother’s “Will this hurt my nose when I fall asleep?” test). This though is my overwhelming reaction. And I was engrossed. I read this book standing in line at my son’s school’s cafeteria waiting to meet his teachers. I read this book in the waiting room of our local clinic waiting for my childrens’ names to be called in order that they see a doctor. I read this book while waiting for my daughter during her piano lesson. I read this book standing by our stove as I was cooking dinner. The book is heavy but I lugged it around with me. The print is small but I squinted my way through it. And I wished that my best friend — with whom I grew up (and hopefully am still growing up :o) in small town Ontario in the 60’s and 70’s — were there reading with me. Ann-Marie MacDonald managed a story — many stories — that I didn’t see coming. She brought voices — outer and inner — to life. And the details… the wonderful details… of things, of thought, of emotion, of speech, of senses, of the still-bouncy heel of new flip-flops… pure pleasure. And, amazingly, Ms. MacDonald managed closure on all of these things the she so wonderfully and so horrifically opened up. I definitely and highly recommend this book. My normal “couldn’t wait to get back it?” measure sort of doesn’t work in this case. I never put it down. Guess that’s a 5 out of 5 hearts then :o) |