Delightful. Macfarlane has managed to capture the ephemeral
love/hate relationship that I think we've all had with summer,
especially the summers of Canada. The story weaves three tales into
one, linking a family line three generations long with such elegant
prose that you can feel and hear and taste the sensations of the
world around the characters. It reminded me very strongly of
Jeanette Winterson's style in Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, in
that the story isn't very linear. Sometimes you swoop around in
circles from a moment, only to segue back to that same moment,
later. Everything in the novel is complete and satisfying, and I
closed the book wishing I was not yet finished.