I have been enjoying these tales as thoroughly as their serially-published predecessors ( in 44 Scotland Street, which I've yet to review). Based on bI have been enjoying these tales as thoroughly as their serially-published predecessors ( in 44 Scotland Street, which I've yet to review). Based on books 1.5, I'd recommend the Scotland Street series to just about anyone. The burgeoning independence of Bertie, the emergence of Big Lou's smug yet admirable personality, the bluster of Bruce, the incorrigible wisdom of Domenica and her pseudo-motherly relation to Pat - it's all wonderful candy reading. Sadly, now that I'm back at university I had to leave it in my Newfoundland library and await the fortuitous day I'll find it here in Sackville. A full review to come, eventually …. ...more
I'd buy this book in a moment, if only it would kindly appear before me on a bookstore shelf. I started reading it at a sadly tardy point in the summeI'd buy this book in a moment, if only it would kindly appear before me on a bookstore shelf. I started reading it at a sadly tardy point in the summer, and by the time I was heading back to school the unfinished library book was screaming at me in frustration at my leaving it behind.
Okay, so I could be anthropomorphizing there. Maybe I'd just like to believe that this book loved me as much as I was loving it. David Ulin, I promise I will return to your fabulously far-reaching and philosophical gem. It made me feel a bit like I did when reading The Educated Imagination: as though I had been transported into a world where books are at the centre of everything, where reading books and thinking about books and talking, theorizing, worrying, feeling wholeheartedly passionate about the written world is not the least but the most necessary prereq to being fully alive in the physical world.
I started reading in an airport around six a.m, after having scarcely slept for days. I was feeling queasy from exhaustion. I had a muffin and a Starbucks coffee so dark it was scarcely drinkable, even with the sugar I don't like to add. Ho. Hum. Then - cramping, overtired and concerned about catching my bus - I was sucked into Ulin's smooth stream of commentary - by the end of the first few pages, I felt ridiculously/miraculously transcendental.
Too soon, it had to be sent back to its rightful library. But I will find you, lovely book, and when I do there will be no separating us till I have read to your last page, preferably in one sitting. ...more