To my loyal bleaders, I am still catching up on my book blog entries from a couple of weeks ago.  Bleader is a word made up by Julie Powell, the nut who cooked every title from Julie Child’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” blogging as she went along, then wrote a great book… but more about that tomorrow.

The book club I belong to has read several books by Anita Shreve, but all before I joined.  I was sorting through some books at B-KC’s (one of my most faithful bleaders) that she had read and working to get rid of, and I looked at this thinking it has big print with space between the lines (and seemed to remember that Midwives, another book she had written was one of Vy’s favorities).  So Light on Snow came with me on my flight to Korea.  I should be getting my new glasses next week.

Anyway, I now know why the Pageturner’s have read so many of her books.  Good story, compelling to read, well written, and not too long. The story is about a father and daughter, still grieving two years after the tragic death of the mother and brother in the family.  They find an abandoned baby and the story is about how they regain their lives. There is constant imagery of a cold New Hampshire winter (good to read when its 110F outside… still).  But what stuck me most, was the daughter’s comprehension what was going on around her, and written to be both insightful and believable (even for a 12-year old): “My father spends too many hours bent to his work, an I know he needs to get outside”.  Such a true image, as a potter, I understand the term literally for virtually any craftsman… but additionally, the father at this point is a pretty bent individual, still consumed by his loss.   So I guess I will need to find some more of Anita Shreve’s books, these are too good to be passed up.