I read Peacekeeper: The Road to Sarajevo, by Lewis MacKenzie, over the holidays. I think it got left at my house in transit between my dad and my brother-in-law.

I picked it up out of desperation one night. It’s the least likely thing in the world for me to voluntarily read. But you know what? I couldn’t put it down. Literally. I read while baking shortbread, pretending to listen to my kids, brushing my teeth…

What I learned is that the UN is messed up (think I knew that already) and that Lewis MacKenzie is one outspoken guy. A loose canon, if that phrase wasn’t completely inappropriate while talking about peacekeeping. My sister tells me that after this book came out, all Canadian peacekeepers had to sign confidentiality agreements. Hmmm… wonder why…

A fascinating read for a tea-and-shortbread girl like me. I even went to the VPL website to request his other book. But then… once there… I just couldn’t press the request button. I couldn’t read another war book so soon. I had to find a trashy romance to recover my equilibrium.