

I had read Michael Ondaatje long ago, but I hadn‘t read this one. On a discussion with my massage therapist he said this was one of his favourite books, and so I picked it up. I was not disappointed. This is a Toronto novel through and through, reflecting an era of major public works (the Danforth bridge, the water plant). It is a story of love and the immigrant experience. The writing is beautiful and the story timeless. Loved it!