The next day…

“Le Premier Jour” is the current french read that I’m working on, although I must say it’s not really work when you can enjoy it so much.  As a bilingual Canadien, I find myself reading frequently in one language, and then wishing I had more opportunity to read in the other.  Being raised by an english mom, and bilingual dad, I found myself going to english school and doing the majority of my reading in english.  But being a Quebecois, I naturally found friends who spoke french, and as all of my father’s family was french, it became a rather large portion of my life.

And still, I don’t read so much in french…  Mostly because I just don’t know all that many good french authors, make that I know almost none at all.  What I’ve learned about french authors I learned from my rather extended family.  First was a series of books my sisters husband was reading, it looked interesting, and I decided to borrow them.  They were wonderful novels and I’ll chat about them at some point in the future.  But one doesn’t always see all that much publicity about french authors.  Maybe they’re just drowned by the plethora of info and news about American authors.

But I love reading, and will do so no matter what chance I get, french, english and if I knew other languages, those too I suppose.

I recently finished reading “Odd Thomas”, written by Dean Koontz, who I”ve become a fast fan of.  The “Odd” character isn’t really that odd, just gifted, or as some may say, cursed.  He sees the dead, and can interact with them to some degree, but they cannot speak to him.  They are soundless, but as we find out at the start of the novel, they are not without their means of communication.  They can touch and affect Odd physically, both directly and indirectly (as in potergeists)  They can even get sound to him, as when Odd picks up a Shell in the front garden and hears what I took to be some animal in heat, or a rutting pig, which turns out to be not so far from the mark.  The book isn’t exactly predictable, it does have it’s merry way with you, but it also tends to stick to a pretty regular pattern.  As an intuitive fellow, I still found some parts to be rather surprising, but some were easily foretold.

All in all, I enjoyed “Odd Thomas” and will continue to find the books by Dean Koontz appealing.  I’ll also be sure to pick up the other novels in this growing series (3 others as I write this,) as well as any other books of his that catch my fancy.

Marc Levy is the fellow who wrote “Le premier Jour” and he is only one of very few french authors I have had the chance to read. The first being “Le Chien Jaune” by Georges Simenon, which I admit I first read in High School, because I had to.  I did enjoy it though, and to this day parts of that story pop into my head.  It looks like Marc Levy’s book may well have the same effect.

Being a lover of family,I like the way the book starts out, a mother and “adopted” son have one of those particularly familial moments, just before the mother is force to leave her son behind for an indeterminate amount of time.  How long?  I’ll let you know when I find out.  I’ve not yet gotten far into the novel, but it has gripped me and I find myself putting it down with difficulty.  Along with Mother and Son, another Gentleman appears to be wending his way into the story, and should prove to make for an interesting “family” unit when they finally all get together, or so my reader’s instinct tells me.

From far away Africa and the Andes mountain ranges and back to London and Paris.  The investigation into the start of mankind begins, and presumably, ends, or comes very close to discovery.  I look forward to getting to the end of this book, but I also rue the day, as with every book I enjoy, I dread finishing it, for it will leave me once again on the prowl for something new to read…