American Gospel which I liked very much, though I didn't love it like I did
Across the High Divide.
I am now reading Michael Christie's book,
Greenwood. Yes, another book about trees. After reading Richard Power's
The Overstory, I saw Greenwood mentioned somewhere and started it last week. It jumps around a bit, but I love the author's style of writing and the subject matter is very important to me.
From amazon:
Its 2038 and Jacinda (Jake) Greenwood is a storyteller and a liar, an overqualified tour guide babysitting ultra-rich vacationers in one of the worlds last remaining forests. Its 2008 and Liam Greenwood is a carpenter, sprawled on his back after a workplace fall, calling out from the concrete floor of an empty mansion. Its 1974 and Willow Greenwood is out of jail, free after being locked up for one of her endless series of environmental protests: attempts at atonement for the sins of her fathers once vast and violent timber empire. Its 1934 and Everett Greenwood is alone, as usual, in his maple-syrup camp squat, when he hears the cries of an abandoned infant and gets tangled up in the web of a crime, secrets, and betrayal that will cling to his family for decades.
And throughout, there are trees: a steady, silent pulse thrumming beneath Christies effortless sentences, working as a guiding metaphor for withering, weathering, and survival. A shining, intricate clockwork of a novel, Greenwood is a rain-soaked and sun-dappled story of the bonds and breaking points of money and love, wood, and bloodand the hopeful, impossible task of growing toward the light.
This is a big book, 528 pages, so it will take a while to finish, but it's a nice ride so far.
I've put a couple of books on my wish list this week: Matt Haig, The Midnight Library
Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary
Happy April Fool's Day!!