I avoided the Canada 150 Fireworks the other night…well maybe I didn’t avoid the explosions, but I avoided the crowds. All around me the sky exploded with light and with noise. It was awesome to sit in the backyard, in the dark, and hear the night sky, rife with sound. Because I’m reading a book centered around a war, I tried to imagine the explosions of fireworks, as bombs. It truly is hard to imagine what millions upon millions of people have (past and present) experienced…bombs falling around them in the dark. My mom told me of bombs that fell like burning Christmas trees over Königsberg in August, 1944. It sounds pretty…pretty horrific, too.
You, The Story (sub-titled, A Writer’s Guide to Craft through Memory ) by Ruta Sepetys , was a slow read … not because it was difficult or ...