Okay, I'm in! Some of the rest of you family and friends may need to have Jessie send you a new invitation in case you didn't sign up when we were first invited!
Out Stealing Horses is a wonderful book. The story takes place in Norway in 1948 and then 1999 maybe, near the border of Norway and Sweden. Since Tom and I visited our friends Hans and Gunn Skei (you might have met them at Thanksgiving or in previous years at the 4th of July, or Gretchen in the January before you went to Chicago) at their "farm" house-cabin in Sweden where there was a forest that we searched in for mushrooms and a river that we walked and then boated on, I could easily picture the landscape of the novel. But that is not all. It is beautifully and thoughtfully written. Without any spoilers here are a few of the lines that touched me:
“with the weather-beaten, lined face of a man who had undoubtedly been out on a cold night before and dealt with wayward things, complicated things in a contrary wind, things of high gravity—I could tell that when we shook hands.”
“What he had taught me was to be reckless, taught me that if I let myself go, did not slow myself down by thinking so much beforehand I could achieve many things I would never have dreamt possible.”
“You decide for yourself when it will hurt.”
That's just from the first thirty pages. I look forward to the rest of you having the chance to read this beautiful novel, even those who don't necessarily like fiction. ---Pearl
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