Wednesday, 31 May 2017

May Books

Another one of these posts done late, but better late than never, I think.

Den Siste Pilgrim and Helvete Åpent by Gard Sveen I borrowed one of his books last month and halfway through found out that it was a sort of stand alone trilogy and being me with a slight OCD tendency I had to find the others and read them too. And after a lecture at the local library by Arne And Carlos the Knitter Duo my friendly local librarian helped me to find the two books I had not read. And so I read them, and in my journal I have given both a dice roll of three. So apparently not that good, but my head is feeling good that I read them all and is busy trying to forget that I read them in the wrong order...

Det vokser et tre i Mostamägg  and Himmelbjørnens Skog and Som Steinen Skinner by Britt Karin Larsen
My friend the librarian suggested I read this trilogy, also a stand alone kind, but this time I read them in the right order. This series was about the Finns who lived around the Norwegian Swedish border and how their lives were. I grew up in the forrest of the Finns, my grandparents had a cabin there, but the Finns were fully integrated into the community by then, but still it was an interesting read. The thing I had the most trouble with were the names, there were so many people in these books and everyone had the kind of names that are easy to forget and sound alike. (but that was common in those days and naming your kid after yourself was also common so the names should sound the same, it was just a bit hard to remember who was who sometimes). The quality of the language in the book was fluctuating the story was fascinating and I learned how living was like for the Finns around the border.

Himmelbjørnens Skog

Som Steinen Skinner

Boy by Roald Dahl After listening to the lecture I wanted to read the autobiography of Roald Dahl, he was one of my favourite authors growing up, I loved Mathilda, BFG and the Witches even if I read them with a dread in my stomach. But reading about his life helps to understand his books, because grown up's were not that kind to children when he was a kid and then it makes sense that Mathilda meets such a horrific principal. I am thinking it might be time to read more of his stuff for adults too. I vaguely remember the one were the police ate the murder weapon from school, which is the kind of crime I like to read about.