I’m blogging a bit backward here, reviewing a book I finished reading while in a cabin in West Virginia, before blogging about my trips to Australia (during which I also read this book — it’s long, but worth it) and West Virginia.
I picked up “The Lost” in an airport as Buckley and I flew out of Albuquerque about two months ago or so. It sounded interesting, with the subtitle “A Search for Six of Six Million.” The first few pages of the book reminded me very much of my own childhood growing up among a large Jewish family in South Florida.
But from there the book gets to be so much more. It has caused me to rethink so many things: what is family, what do our pasts and our ancestry mean, even what is a book. There was one part in particular that I read while in Australia that was so horrifying (and true) that I had to put the book down for a couple of days to catch my breath. » Read the rest of this entry »