This morning I finished Daniel Mason's North Woods, which I blew through in just a few days, so, obviously, I must have really loved it, which I definitely did. While I'm always suspicious of catchy book reviews, especially ones that seem designed to be catchy enough to make their way onto the book itself, I would have to agree with this line from The Guardian: "To read it is to travel to the limits of what the novel can do." I think they're definitely on to something with that observation. The novel is essentially the story of a cabin and a parcel of land, and the entities (people, catamounts, insects, ghosts) who pass through it and continue to haunt it over several centuries. It's beautifully rendered, and it comes together in the way that Dickens's novels illogically/logically come together. Highly recommended.
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