![]() ![]() You know you're in love the moment you walk up to someone trembling, I'd think to myself. I'm delighted that this book made the Giller Prize shortlist – it might not have come to my attention otherwise – and I wouldn't mind seeing it win. ![]() So, while I found that first part to be the most entertaining, and found the whole to be a bit too long, I liked all of the parts in different ways. I get that people are saying that Songs for the Cold of Heart is reminiscent of John Irving – it starts with the far-fetched and ironic tone of A Prayer for Owen Meany or The Hotel New Hampshire the latter of which author Éric Dupont references outright – but it soon turns into a different kind of book soon after that, turning into another (and at six hundred small font pages, there's room enough here for several distinct works). ![]() ![]() The two girls threw snowballs at each other and slid along Rue Fraserville's steep sidewalks, breaking into a song for the cold of heart as they revelled in winter's arrival right down to the very last snowflake. Now she would have to work on getting the ban lifted on visiting the Lamontagne house. Nothing is so foreign to the heart of a tormented lover than seeing the pain of absence disappear, as though her heart had been fuelled by this angst ever since she first laid eyes on Madeline from behind the willow hedge. ![]()
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