I will always associate Michael Ondaatje with L. and the fundraiser she worked on in the summer of 2004(?) with Ondaatje. I remember picking up The English Patient that summer, getting 50 or so pages into it, and then putting it down. It just wasn't doing it for me. I've kept it on my bookshelf ever since then, hoping that one day I will feel the motivation to pick it up, and low and behold, a couple of days ago I did.
I made it all the way through this time, and while I didn't love it, it was a still a good read. The best part about it was, honestly, was that I felt like I could relate to a lot of the setting and the characters. It is set in the hills above Tuscany, (where I have visited a few times), the main character is from Toronto and has spent much time canoeing in Georgian Bay, there is a kindhearted Sikh from Punjab who describes the Golden Temple in Amritsar just the way I remember it, and last but not least, the main love interest is named Katharine. Kathath- A -rine, just like me.
Since starting to work at a bakery here in town, I have to get used to waking up early. Like seriously early. Like being at work by 6am early. That means that although I had yesterday and today off, I still woke up at 7:15am. Oh well, the light here is beautiful in the morning. Ventured into the city yesterday to meet up with M. and snapped a couple shots, like the one above. Beautiful and sunny, but very chilly. Please oh please, let spring come soon!