Fiction by Michael Crummey
In a lonely cove on Newfoundland around the turn of the nineteenth century a family lived and fished. Their only contact with the outside world was a ship called The Hope that came twice a year: once in the spring to bring supplies and once in the fall to haul away the family's summer catch of fish.
Then the parents caught sick and died, leaving twelve-year-old Evered and nine-year-old Ada alone. Knowing no other life, the children were determined to continue their lonely existence of subsistence fishing.
Although that description seems awfully bleak, this story was surprisingly good. It wasn't exactly happy, but neither was it sorrowful.
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