I was trying to stretch last Labour Day weekend into a 4 day weekend when I got a call that Friday that there was a camera crew at the office to talk about the Grey Zone.* We knew they were on the island, but I was hoping they’d miss that stop. I somewhat reluctantly went to do an interview. Talking…
“But Americans don’t own the fish in their oceans anymore, not really.” Every now and then (not nearly often enough) I read a book and just think: “Yes. This.” It just speaks to you. “The Fish Market: Inside the Big-Money Battle for the Ocean and Your Dinner Plate” blew me away. I get this book may not be…
This fall I read my second murder mystery set on Grand Manan. As a disclaimer, I should mention murder is pretty rare on the island as is most violent crime. I sometimes forget to lock my doors and I leave the keys in my car while at work. I still have my car but sometimes the wind will blow my door open.
That being said, I really enjoyed the story in this book. It was written by an ex-RCMP officer who, while never stationed on Grand Manan, did work a few shifts on the island. There were some inconsistencies between real life and the book (some of which he acknowledges) but I didn’t find them jarring or disruptive to the narrative. The fact it was set in the 1960s also helped in that regard. In fact, it was easy to picture some of the places and events in the book: the unrelenting fog for days springs to mind. The mystery portion was intriguing enough to keep my interest without being so tense I couldn’t sleep at night (an important component of my nighttime reading). I’d definitely recommend this book as a mystery and for its Grand Manan connection.
Fall also means a rash of birthdays with a double whammy in the middle of the month. Since their birth, my nieces have worn pink and purple which was sometimes the only way I could identify who was who. So, their birthday mittens reflected those colours. (My own pattern in Knit Picks Swish Worsted Brights Vibrant Violet and Pucker).
Linking up with other Yarn Along readers and knitters.
If you’ve been in Canada the past few weeks or months, you know* that this summer is the last tour for the Tragically Hip under tragic circumstances. Lead singer Gord Downie announced this spring that he has terminal brain cancer. Tickets for the most sought after concert series in years sold out in minutes. These performances have become a…
A couple of weeks my Facebook feed was abuzz about a mystery novel that was set on Grand Manan. While it wouldn’t necessarily be a book I would choose to read, the idea of a book set on the island was too good to pass up.
I have to admit, I struggled to get into the book. Parts of the book (particularly the geography) are so bang on that the parts that aren’t are even more jarring. Some of the descriptions of the island residents, their values, and the fishery aggravated me because of some of the inaccuracies. About a third of the way into the book, I began to accept that while the book was set on Grand Manan, it wasn’t set on “my” Grand Manan. I started to enjoy the parts that rang true and let slide those that didn’t. I even realized that one of the things that bothered me from the beginning was actually part of the resolution. 😀
Had the book not been set on the island, I likely wouldn’t have stuck it out to the finish, but by the end I was anxious to see “who done it”. I guess in the end it “got me”.
Meanwhile, I’m in the midst of seven days of travel for work. There hasn’t been a lot of knitting time until today’s meeting, but I’m working on finishing some travel knitting that I’ve been carrying for a while, namely a sock and a dishcloth.
Linking up with other Yarn Along posts.