Peter Fritz from Everyday E-book blog in this post titled "What is Normal? The Question Behind Richard Ford's Canada" writes: 

The Quivering Pen gives books away on Freebie Fridays. Put FRIDAY FREEBIE in the e-mail subject line.  One entry per person, please.  Despite its name, the Friday Freebie runs all week long and remains open to entries until midnight on Thursday—at which time he draws the winning name.  The lucky winner is announced on Friday. Last week it was Canada by Richard Ford and The Tell by Hester Kaplan. 

David Abrams writes about those memorable first two lines in Canada "First, I'll tell about the robbery our parents committed. Then about the murders, which happened later."  

"The vast, empty prairie lands of Montana and Canada come alive in Richard Ford's latest work,Canada," Nicole Rojas writes for Latinos Post blog.I agree with her, Richard Ford's writing style does paint a vivid picture. Dell's mother describes Great Falls, "It's just cows and wheat out here." Dell said, "And, of course, the winters were frozen and tireless, and the wind hurtled down out of the north like a freight train, and the loss of light would've made anybody demoralized, even the most optimistic souls."

Sally B from Read Around the World blog writes The Light Between Oceans "resembles a Shakespearean tragedy. Fate enters, the gods laugh, human beings fail even as they act with the best of intentions."

Jan from Good Reads writes "If you love character novels than this is one you will find hard to put down." Good Reads is a great resource to figure out what to read next based on books you have enjoyed. It also has lots of book reviews written by book lovers. 


Alena writes  an excellent review on Alenaslife's blog. She says, "Plus, to my eternal gratitude, she [Stedman] doesn’t make it easy or neat. It’s the kind of book you want to read in a cozy spot, wrapped in a blanket, with a box of tissues handy." I love the following quote from the book. It rings so true. Thanks Alena for reminding me of it.

“He turned his attention to the rotation of the beam, and gave a bitter laugh at the thought that the dip of the light means that the island itself was always left in darkness. A lighthouse is for others; powerless to illuminate the space closest to it.”