This book had been sitting on my shelf for years. I thought it was very well written and very poetically written. The whole book has a dream like quality and sometimes you have a hard time figuring out if what you're reading is actually happening or if its a thought in one of the character's heads. I wish the ending had been tied up a little 'nicer' but I guess the author wanted to leave us thinking messiness would continue. I liked the way the author brought real world events into the narrative. I thought her descriptions of Nova Scotia were good:
"The road to Clam Harbour is a ribbon of frost-shattered asphalt bleached by the sun to an attractive light denim. It cuts through a black corridor of spruce to open onto shimmering fingers of lake."
And:
"It is early May and the last of the old ice is unlocking its fists. The thawing ground is strewn with survivors of the yearly permafrost: a Baxter's Chocolate Milk carton, its brown swish bled to yellow, a couple of pennies hollowing the ground in perfect circles, carpets of sodden pine needles, their stale menthol scent. It was hard to believe that one day soon this unlovely spring would become, almost overnight, a hesitant yearning toward summer."