Beautiful sunny day,
much colder than it’s been,
it’s January,
not Spring,
supposed to be cold.
I have finished reading,
my first complete novel,
of the year,
Elizabeth Hay’s,
Late Nights On Air.
It took me a while,
what with the cold from Hell,
and,
what is,
a bit of a slow book.
At times,
I wasn’t sure if I would,
finish reading it,
but,
now that it is,
said,
and,
done,
I’m glad I did.
In a lot of ways,
it is a very Canadian book,
nature and the weather,
the alure of the north,
the cold, the loneliness.
It is a novel about how,
life changes you,
how the,
landscape,
experience,
and,
people,
help you,
to become who you become.
It’s a book of maturity,
looking back on youth,
of city people,
experiencing the wild.
It’s a sad book,
all white and pale grey,
the characters are nuissanced,
complex.
About the every day tragic,
and,
the every day quiet.
Not a thriller,
not a page turner,
but,
a worthwhile read,
I would have hated,
this book,
twenty years ago.
But, I have become,
in the last few years, at least,
a more patient reader,
and,
even if I am not,
mesmerised by a book,
I can tell,
if it’s worth,
my time,
my effort,
this book was.
But,
I have to say,
it was,
a semi-broccoli read
😛
if you are interested,
in the notion of Northern exile,
and,
are searching for a quiet,
yet,
dense,
read,
that will leave,
a sense of landscape,
in your memories.
This might just be for you.
Later girls,
BB
