Children of the Day
ISBN: 0679313699 Global Overview for this book
2 journalers for this copy...
The story is one day in the life of a family. Sara and Oliver Vandal have been married twenty years. Sara is Mennonite, Oliver Metis. They have ten children (and, judging from the morning vomiting, likely one on the way). Oliver manages a failing hotel, but for how long is Oliver's worry. One day in June Sara wakes up, picks a fight with her husband and decides she's not getting out of bed that day - her family can just get on without her. Oliver, you see, has been carrying on with the floozy in the neighbouring town. He feels like that is almost okay because if he hadn't done his duty by marrying Sara after putting her in the family way, he and his paramour would likely have married. The idiot brings his wife this woman's cast off shoes! Now Sara knows he sees this woman, but with ten children to raise and a household to run and not many options and less money, she bears it and besides she likes the shoes. Oliver's big mistake and what led to this morning's spat was that he took his children the last time he went to visit. How dumb can you get!
And so as the day unfolds, Sara and Oliver contemplate the last twenty years while the rest of the family tries to carry on with the routine of the day.
This was a totally pleasurable read from beginning to end. The reader becomes intimately involved with Sara and Oliver and all of their children, each with his or her own delightfully real personality and each with their own place in the family and wider community. You can't help but care for this family and you need to know how things will all turn out for them.
This is my twelfth book by a Canadian woman author and twentieth in total for the 2nd Canadian Book Challenge, Eh?
On its way to KarmelK in Michigan today in the "You're In Canada Now" prize box. I hope you enjoy it.
The strawberry maple tea may be more than I can legally tolerate, but I'll give it the old Michigan Try.
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
In the stack of high chairs between the rest rooms in the upstairs area.
Pook, I tried the tea. I wasn't my favorite, but it's drinkable. Thanks again for all the great Canadian stuff, I'm still enjoying it.