From early April through the Victoria Day weekend I was either working on the weekend or had plans to be home with my parents or in Toronto with friends. I had a lot of fun in those 6 weeks, going to Toronto Rock and Rochester KnightHawks lacrosse games, spending Mother’s Day weekend with my Mom, organizing a Youth Week concert, and spending 4 days with my sister in Vancouver.
I missed my quiet weekends curled up lost in a good book – one my favourite lazy weekend pastimes. For most of Saturday and Sunday this past weekend, I was completely engrossed in this:
One of only two survivors of a plane crash, Nell Slattery wakes in the hospital with no memory of the horrific experience-or who she is, or was. Now she must piece together both body and mind, with the help of family and friends, who have their own agendas. She filters through photos, art, music, and stories, hoping something will jog her memory, and soon, in tiny bits and pieces, Nell starts remembering… .
It isn’t long before she learns to question the stories presented by her mother, her sister and business partner, and her husband. In the end, she will discover that forgiving betrayals small and large will be the only true path to healing herself-and to finding happiness.
I loved it. The book is very, very wonderfully well written. The imagery makes you feel like you’re in Nell’s body, getting goosebumps right along with her when glimpses of her past returns. The relationship the author weaves between music and memory is remarkable.
Have a few spare hours? I highly recommend you pick this up from the library or bookstore. On the surface it may not seem like a summer read, but it is. Get lost in this with earbuds in and feet sunk in the sand.