Absolutely phenomenal. Easily digestible. A must read. Alhomsi draws lots of inspiration from both the thoughts and observations people before him, as well as nature (and its quiet insights), tying them together in a melody which is both blissful and haunting, matching that of the seasons.
I don't often feel like hurling a book across a room but this is the exception. I thought this would be a ruminative account of a year in the Canadian rockies. It proved to be a disconnected series of ramblings - it's like a very bad retelling of Thoreau. The writing is self obsessed and glories in non sequiturs. Possibly a bit too new age for me. Definitely my worst book of the year!
What a beautiful reflection! I first thought it was a random mumble of a sentimental poet, however, as I read on, I felt an intuitive mind and tender heart searching for god amongst everything. How he subtly brings up the family stories: the faith that passes down from mother to son, the family tragedy in the background of a falling apart nation. More than telling you a story, Amal turns you into him, make you see with his eyes. Great storytelling!
Let us all become the mountains. Let the mountains find each other.