“Christmas Eve he drove all the way to Helena to buy her figure skates. In the morning they wrapped themselves head to toe in furs and went out to skate the river. She held him by the hips and they glided through the blue dawn, skating hard up the frozen coils and shoals, beneath the leafless alders and cottonwoods, only the bare tips of creek willow showing above the snow.” “The Hunter’s Wife,” from The Shell Collector by Anthony Doerr.
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3 thoughts on “Blue Dawn”
Buon Natale e Felice Anno per voi tutti in famiglia.
Pino e Vita Sansone
Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 19:59:17 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org
Gosh, such a poetic passage. Squee!!! Here’s an irony for you: I’ve had a copy of The Shell Collector languishing on my bookshelf since 2002 but had never read it. A few weeks ago while decluttering and downsizing my library, I placed this book in the donation box that goes to my local Friends of the Library. Alas, after your two posts referencing your love of The Hunter’s Wife, Val, I just HAD to rescue the book for my own again. Thanks for bringing its beauty to my awareness. I can’t wait to dip in. Happy Holidays to you and your family! xoxox