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Wow! Helen, even in the 1920s, had extensive international travelling, education, authoring, and medical experieinces of which I was unaware. It is impressive and well-balanced, fitting the doctorate of her name and revealing as more vast her cultural variety. She lived in Mexico, spent extensive time in England, New York, Toronto, Ottawa. There is no poor writer and fisherman favouritism that some complained of.

I have read about the awful Halifax explosion of 1917, which destroyed a lot of Halifax and people similarly to San Francisco and its people near the same period. My impression is that Halifax's tragedy, though senseless and preventable, is not so internationally well-remembered and it is a wonder. Reading about it was made different by hearing from someone who was there. Helen also knew of boating storm victims.

It is a pleasure to learn about this cultural records pioneer. It was especially an important coup among my books, to locate a local copy of this hardcover in like new condition! For far less than Amazon sellers try charging! I found her even rarer and much-needed "Folklore Of Lunenberg County" in the same place! I thought reading this first would pave an understanding of that book she eventually published.

None of these segments are happy. Is unpleasantness usual for short stories? The synopsis described George Eilliott's suite as being about his home town and a little paranormal. Scarcely! Why highlight what was miserable in a local portrait ? I could not like these deliberately vague events. However, I acquainted characters and am impressed with how many families were interwoven. I give 3 stars to honour that.

I dislike the content I can make out, which is scarce. Why by ambiguous? George Elliott should state the outcomes and actions of his people! The collared woman and Irish family: did they have a throat disease? The doctor: was he burying babies? Was the chandelier prophetic? There is a difference between a subtle tone and not telling what's in your story! George also needed to cease the expression "a little".

Is it me, or are the short stories of giants receiving praise in this genre usually unclear? Some authors do write snapshots and brief tales that are like complete stories we follow from a clear beginning to their crux's end. But I have encountered so many that are like abstract paintings: I don't think I am a fan. These are the most unclear I have ever read. I truly don't know what occurred, what the end was!

A great mystery can be written, even if directed at kids. It is my conviction that dissimilarly from other genres, there is a requirement that the majority of the writing be built on authoring a great mystery or adventure. Unfortunately instead of a strong mystery containing kids, I have been seeing children's daily lives and antics highlighted, with mystery and adventure added very belatedly. The crux is diluted.

Wow! This eye-catching, colour-rich cover suggests a mystery caper. I appreciate a good mystery of any age and have loved brushing up on French over the last few books I am revisiting and possibly reading properly for the first time, from my childhood. However Michele Beaulac's story is much more profound than I expected. I am impressed by that too. He was a teacher when he published this in 1981 and it shows.

This is a really creative, engaging story! It may be that nothing major takes place but it always feels action-packed! Additionally, I am getting a lot out of absorbing a novel in French, something I have not done for decades probably. Not too many, I am not old. :) It may be I was a child in school the last time I took in a complete novel in French, perhaps when Mom put away these few "romans" (novels) for me.

I like it already! I don't know if any more than the cover will be familiar because it is from long ago in my childhood and is not in my first language. I don't think I retained anything in French as profoundly or enduringly as in English. However this is a highly creative mystery atmosphere and a good brush-up of the language.

I have finished the first half, Michael J. Roads' book called "Talking With Nature". Because this contains his second too and I like breaks between authors and genres, I will leave this title here until I take up "Journey Into Nature". To accurately count my 2017 reading, I will review a single copy of "Talking With Nature'. Finishing the sequel, "Journey Into Nature", will close this copy of mine later this year.

I have finished the first half, Michael J. Roads' book called "Talking With Nature". Because this contains his second too and I like breaks between authors and genres, I will leave this title here until I take up "Journey Into Nature". To accurately count my 2017 reading, I will review a single copy of "Talking With Nature'. Finishing the sequel, "Journey Into Nature", will close this copy of mine later this year.

The copy I have is an omnibus. Michael J. Roads' two novels about discoverning this subject are printed in the same tome. Whenever I have a combined printing of titles that comprise their own books, I like my reading quota to count all those separate, individual books. Thus when I'm finished the first half, I will use this version to record it. When I eventually tackle the second, I will close out my whole copy.

I love the knowledge this book bestows and a refersher of awareness I have faith in, even if I don't usually hear conversation. I perceive a tree's love and sentience, like the Cottonwood of my childhood home. Books like these encourage me to concentrate on removing the fog barrier and of course, not caring what others think. Michael needs to curb the verbose writing style. This is the time to be straightforward.

I am reading slowly not for lack of absorbing the wonderful confirmation that my trees, plants, and the consciousness of my landscape hears me. It is partly due to catching up book review-writing and my blog, then falling asleep by the time I retire to bed. The happiest reason is that Manitoba is in its blessed garden season! 3/4 of our gardens are sown and all our flower baskets! Herb garden and flowerbeds next!

Animals certainly are sentient, answering us in both directions, if only we learn to pick up the telepathy. However I have always loved and spoken to trees and plants, in hopes they know me and my love and hear me, even if I didn't hear them. Well, I tried speaking with a tree, encouraged by an animal communicator and it worked. I have that tree's replies on paper. I love a book focused on speaking with plants.

People who dissect symbolism are not impressive. I love people who let stories sweep them away. I notice there is no loyalty in Marian's circle. Peter might be faithful but I dislike him. There is no respect between them. Duncan is depressed, unfeeling to everyone. He and Marian view relatives distantly. Ainsley and the landlady are selfish. Clara ia a friend but alien as a parent. Her toddler is disgusting!

Am I enjoying this? It is a case in which I don't know yet and want to see where it leads. I did not fall in love with it but am open to liking it. We do place our sympathy with Marian, wrinkle our nose at Ainsley, the roomate who scoops extra funds for alcohol Marian scarcely drinks and who sends clothes to a laundromat she is too lazy to visit. We hate Peter. No fiancé of mine would tell an old hunting story.

I don't know Margaret Atwood's books. I gathered many for years and am glad to try them, as a Canadian. However "The Edible Woman" is compared to a Chinese book called "The Vegetarian". I am concerned they cast cruelty-free eaters as a mental illness but I hope to find this novel has nothing to do with calling us crazy. Vegetarians would not tolerate a hunter. Marian's aversions are very absurd, arbitrary items.

I am coasting through this 1929 novel #7 at a good clip! Did you know the first ghostwriter is Canadian, Leslie McFarlane? Are you additionally aware these stories were revised in the 1960s in response to complaint letters about political incorrectness? They are what my generation knows. A few of my Hardy Boys copies are the old stories and I'm surprised I like them better! There is a flow the cropped ones lack.

A lovely memory written by a Grandfatherly person for his Grandchildren, about when he was ages 11 & 12 in Wisconsin and raised a baby raccoon. It matters so much that he had an animal-loving, kind Dad and sisters. One was away studying, the other married. They adored Sterling and helped raise him, after their Mom died at 47 in 1914. Their brother survived world war I in France. We meet the North family in 1918.

A lovely Canadian animal book with gorgeous illustrations. I only hope the artist shows Gem's face more than mere silhouettes of her. A happy story of educational discovery and friendship. Christiane D'Aoust does not seem to have more since 2010 but should. She has the kind of animal affection and caring intention stories need. It is even more special that she puts her own dear cat and family environs into them.