Monday, October 10, 2005
I have just finished Northern Lights by Nora Roberts. I really enjoyed this book. Maybe it is because I can relate in some way to the temperatures her characters experience in Alaska. I can relate to snow and ice, even though I’m not far from being a lower 48er myself (now). I have been to remote places in Canada, where sea-planes rule, where knowing a good pilot is key to quality of life. And I have often wondered WHY people live in these places that have summers three months short, full of mosquitoes and blackflies, followed by deep, dark winters, where flesh freezes in seconds when exposed (just like Winnipeg :)).
But seeing the Northern Lights is a wondrous thing. Me and DH watched them from our back steps in Cellardyke, Scotland. Blues and greens shimmering across the sky like an invading army of psychedelic watercolourists gone mad.
Nora’s books go up and down—some I love, like this and Birthright, some I really can not get into, like the Key series. I’m not expecting the diva to drop in, so I figure I can be honest, right? But when she gets it right, when she remembers not to head-hop too much, not to get too drawn into faery-realms too deeply, she is unsurpassable at writing romance!