Tall Tales from Kansas

As I crossed over Newfoundland today, bound for JFK, I finished When God was a Rabbit, by Sarah Winman. I think this was her debut novel. It’s the story of Elly and her brother Joe, the childhood events that bind them together and how their relationship evolves through the years. They face tragedies, we meet their friends, and the quirky, cobbled together, family that shapes them.

it is written so tenderly and was a perfect read for the trip to Paris. I tried to limit myself to just a few short chapters each night and then threw restraint to the wind and gobbled it up completely on the plane ride home.
There is much to love about this book. The setting that bounces back and forth from London, to Cornwall, to New York City, the writing that is concise but never feels spare, and the ties of love and friendship that change over time. There is an undertone of something magic about it despite the hardships. Very highly recommended. Thanks for another winner of a suggestion Sharron.