I have a confession to make: I totally chose this Margaret Atwood book to read because it was only 40 pages long. And the book is teeny tiny so it’s not even a normal 40 pages so much as it about a quarter of that because seriously – them’s some tiny ass pages! But, I have great respect for Ms. Atwood and I wanted to include her in my favourite authors month, but I just didn’t have it in me to get into a heavy novel. So I read this one. And it was kind of sweet. Like I got it, even though I can’t really tell you what it was about. A man who had a stroke I guess. And a story about people getting lost in the wilderness. It was nice to read though it didn’t carry any sort of lasting message I guess. Unless you can count Margaret Atwood is good at writing as a message. Actually that seems like a pretty ok message….