This is another book I can't really describe - perhaps the non-fiction equivalent to If on a Winter's Night, though not nearly as strange. It's almost a thought journal, with observations on motherhood and riding in a canoe, on driving an old and beloved vehicle, on reading and wood ticks and the peculiar joys of Anishinaabemowin. It reads as if free-form, but it's clearly thought out and organised. If you're interested at all in the culture and language of the Ojibwe or the northern woods, you should enjoy it. I did.