
A book for the season.

A book for the season.

Halfway through this novel in verse about a #Sami family in Northern #Sweden. It is sparse and beautiful. It requires much reading between the lines, and basic knowledge about the history of the region helps, hence my relief at the review in the link, which gives helpful pointers: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2024/jan/18/dnan-by-linnea-axelsson-review-an-...

There's no way I'm going to do this book justice in attempting to explain why it should be read.
This isn't about the quality of the writing, though it's staggering to recognize a young woman wrote this and conveyed such a strong feeling of being present at the moments of growing up, those early years of childhood innocence and joy, considering everything that came after, the brief moments of pure storytelling relaying family foibles, 1/?

“Dreams are so important in one's life, yet when followed blindly they can lead to the disintegration of one's soul.“ 💔

“I used to believe there was no worse sin in this country than to be poor.“

Lost at Windy River is the amazing true story of the nine days the author‘s grandmother was lost by herself in the wilderness of Alberta in the 1940s. Isle was thirteen at the time and it was, of course, winter. She was incredibly resourceful and used Traditional Indigenous Knowledge to survive. This book is also an opportunity for her to reclaim and tell her own story after it became well known and was shared by someone else.