“Alligator pie, alligator pie, if I don‘t get some, I think I‘m gonna die.”
“Alligator pie, alligator pie, if I don‘t get some, I think I‘m gonna die.”
This delightful collection of silly and inventive poems is a Canadian classic that celebrates the joy of language and play.
This was such a good read, raw and searching, solid and seeing, compelling and quiet. It is storytelling in the most real sense of that term, like a history being imparted rather than a novel being written. And I guess it is, for all that the characters are fictional, their stories have real cousins out there that also need to be heard. I was deeply affected by the characters and the journeys they each traveled in order to find home.
I finally had time to watch The Gillers. If Anne Michaels writes as beautifully as she speaks, I‘m really going to have to read Held. I also really want to read Prairie Edge and Curiosities. The TBR just keeps getting bigger.
Going in, I knew this was just a short story collection with Anne Shirley basically forced in here and there. While, yes, that's true, the Anne bits are relatively unobtrusive. Several of the stories were sweet, like "Old Lady Lloyd" and "Each in His Own Tongue," and several had classic LMM tropes like a quarreling couple, a man hater, and old maid sisters. I enjoyed it!
3⭐️ Thought the book was ok; not my cup of tea though. #reread #bookclub #fiction #2024 #dystopian #canadian #indigenious