- Nuevas candids de Kristin en Toronto (07-09-18):
(@mskristinlkreuk: Since I have been in Winnipeg, I haven't been getting my monthly book presents (I got an amazing gift of monthly book presents for a year that I have been sharing here). Labour Day long weekend in Toronto meant I got July and August's books. And my text books for the fall semester of school(!!!!!!!). So much excitement. So many thrills. So whilst procrastinating line learning, I finished both the books. .
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'West' by Carys Davies is a teeny tiny novel that still feels like an epic western. Although it was my least favorite of all the books I've received thus far, I still enjoyed it. .
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'Florida' by Lauren Groff. I loved this book. So much. These are gorgeously written stories of characters bound together by the specificity of place. "...I touched this gentle man whom I love so desperately and somehow fear so much, touched him on the pulse in his temple and felt his dreams, which are too distant for the likes of me; and I climbed the creaking old stairs and at the top split in two, and heading into the boys' separate rooms, I slid through the crack under the doors and curled myself on the pillows to breathe into me the breath that my children breathed out. Every pause between the end of one breath and the beginning of the next is long; then again, nothing is not always in transition. Soon, tomorrow, the boys will be men, then the men will leave the house, and my husband and I will look at each other crouching under the weight of all that we wouldn't or couldn't yell, as well as all those hours outside walking together, my body, my shadow, and the moon. It's is terribly true, even if the truth does not comfort, that if you look at the moon for long enough might after night, as I have, you will see that the old cartoons are correct, that the moon is, in fact, laughing. But it is not laughing at us, we lonely humans, who are far too small and our lives far too fleeting for it to give us any notice at all.")