I've been waiting for this book, Mother of Sorrows, for ten years or so.
It will only make me cry, no doubt. But in a good way.
In the meantime, we're off to Birds Island for the first visit of the year on this long Easter weekend. Apparently there is still enough ice to go walking on the waters of the Baltic, provided one wears a special device with plastic lines and metal spikes that can be whipped out in case the ice breaks and one falls through into the freezing sea. Of course, I'm already wondering why I would want to participate in any activity in which one needs to know what to do in case one falls through ice and into a freezing sea.
The Swedish word for the day rör ej. It means don't touch.
- by Francis S.