I continue with Lawrence Hill’s Any Known Blood. This book seems to speak to me. I had bought this book without knowing its contents for my mission in Haiti last year but due to the crazy schedule, the book was never opened. I absorb myself in its rich prose. The stories about French immersion in Trois Pistoles (a town of 2000 where I studied for 6 weeks) and a Cameroonian refugee. It even touches on condo living in Toronto’s Harbourfront. Lives within its pages parallel mine.
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