No wonder it’s got all those award stickers on it…

I’ve just turned the last pages of Christopher Paul Curtis’s Elijah of Buxton, which:
  1. has confirmed that my knowledge of Canadian history is “horrorific”;
  2. has (almost) made me want to retire my keyboard, because I could never write anything this good; and,
  3. has dramatically increased my affection for donkeys, slingshots, and haints.
I nabbed it from the library, but I’m going to have to get a copy for my own personal bookshelf.

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