Last night I finished reading Michael Ondaatje's, In the Skin of a Lion. Hannah gave me this book and, in fact, had started reading it to me while I was in the hospital in June. That alone makes the book especially dear to me. But, of course, Hannah would only give me especially good literature to read, so it also happens to be a very beautifully written story.
The descriptions of Toronto in the early 1900's brought to mind Mark Helprin's book, A Winter's Tale, which I read at the beach one summer when Hannah was a toddler and it's a one of my favourite books. I was enchanted by it.
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