I have finished reading Patrick Lane's Red Dog, Red Dog. The stunning language propels even as the violence in the story had me holding my breath, gritting my teeth. There is no good ending -- only one ending and you know it all along -- but it is impossible not to finish. I was compelled by the fine writing to move straight through to the end. I know some of these people, and I wish I didn't. The natural world functions as a character, the most lovely one.
As an antidote, from my blog friend Karen Hemion, listen to sweet Paolo Nutini: Growing Up Beside You, or Candy, or anything at all.
http://www.paolonutini.com/
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