Craft · KN Reads · Reading

KN Reads: Moloka’i by Alan Brennert

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When white settlers came to Hawai’i they brought leprosy. Now named Hansen’s Disease, at the time of Moloka’i a person found to be suffering from it was shipped out to a separate colony and pronounced legally dead. Rachel Kalama, a bright young girl with a dream of visiting far off lands, finds a little mark on her foot that tears her world apart.

From that summary you might think Moloka’i is a sad book, but nothing could be further from the truth. Though Rachel faces struggles beyond her young years she sees everything in her life with a brightness that never dulls. She is smart, adventurous, and loyal. Though her body took her away from the dreams she once had she never once loses the hope that pushes her along.

At the turn of the last century the world was in turmoil. The old ways were dying, replaced by industrialisation and the first twitches of globalisation. World-changing events happened over and again, each sending the status-quo into a tailspin. Rachel watches all of it happen from the colony on Moloka’i and as the waves of those events lap at the shore, she finds comfort and safety in the friends she makes around her.

Though there is tragedy in Rachel’s life, and though each even scars her in its own way, she never gives up. She fights with the conception that people with her disease are untouchable; she believes that she will never find love because of it. As the disease takes her friends but spares her year after year she carries the weight of their lost lives on her shoulders but doesn’t let it hold her back. There are few books that had me admiring the strength of a character without finding them obnoxious, but Rachel Kalama has quickly found her place on my ‘favourites’ shelf.

That said, this is a book to share. Like a meal rich with treasures and tastes, Moloka’i needs company to be truly finished. The moment I closed the book I passed it to another friend and I do not regret it. The book was a beautiful read, full of lushious imagery contrasted against tragedy and hope, and the best thing I could think of to honour Rachel was to offer a little happiness to someone else.

Craft · KN Reads · Reading

KN Reads: All The Light We Cannot See

All The Light

Walled cities were once the safest of places, but World War II brought fire from the skies and turned everything on its head. Saint-Malo is an ancient city so independent that it once separated from the rest of France for three years; no surprise then that in All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr we watch a quiet resistance evolve through the senses of a blind girl with a hidden treasure.

It is not easy to tell you what Anthony Doerr’s Pulitzer Prize-winning book is about. The scope is as narrow as the hopes of a young French girl and a trapped German boy, and it is as wide as the universe. As the war takes both of their lives and warps them beyond recognition, each moment is lovingly held and released in Doerr’s sharp, short chapters, as poignant and brief as the forbidden radio broadcasts that bring purpose to them both.

When Marie-Laure goes blind at a young age her father builds a faithful replica of their Paris neighbourhood to help her learn its routes. War forces them out of the captured city and they make their way to Saint-Malo with a treasure hidden that may or may not be one of the most sought-after and dangerous diamonds in the country. Marie-Laure finds herself shut up inside a tall, mysterious home with her agoraphobic uncle and his rebellious housekeeper, but through the risks and the heartbreak, Marie-Laure never loses her sense of wonder for the world she cannot see.

In Germany, a boy named Werner escapes the promise of an early death in the mines of his hometown by joining the Hitler Youth. Uneasy with his choice, Werner nonetheless stays true to his path and uses his gift for radio technology to find and destroy resistance. His mission cuts him down to the bone as it leads him to Saint-Malo, where the two stories converge into one brief but poignant meeting between the two young people.

Before you pick up this book, you need to look at photographs of Saint-Malo. That walled town is a character of its own with his reliable storm drains, its rolling waves, its hidden hideaway. It is easy to understand why Doerr would pick such a unique spot for the story of Europe’s darkest hour. Tragedy and beauty complement one another so well.

There is tragedy enough in All the Light We Cannot See. It will leave a bitter taste on your tongue as you see how even those of us trying to do good in the world will work in our own self-interest and, in the end, may do more evil than anything else. This book shakes with the uncertainty of the characters as they grapple with whether their actions will do harm or good, and whether any of it matters anyway as they’re swept up in the tides of something so much larger than them.

The constant moral back-and-forth is exhausting, but it gives a heaviness to a book that might otherwise be nothing but well-written fluff. The metaphors are delicious, the settings are rich, the characters are three-dimensional. All of that is possible thanks to Doerr’s ability to cut past the common tendency to view the Second World War through our retrospective gaze. The morality is clear now as we continue to count the dead but in those difficult days, those caught in the middle of the fight could not have known the full extent of their actions. Few of us believe that our intentions matter in the long-term beyond our short lifespans, even when war forces us to face our demons.

Both Werner and Marie-Laure face their demons in their own way. Marie-Laure sums up the book’s true meaning, the whisper laced through every action and reaction through it, in one quick utterance.

“But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don’t you do the same?”

Perhaps some of her actions could seem heroic in retrospect. Some of Werner’s desperate attempts to get a grip on his own identity could even be placed in that category. However, neither of them are trying to be anything but themselves, right at a time in life when we all struggle with that question.

Some parts of the prose made me want to never stop reading, but I cannot deny that the book drags in places. The jump between time frames is confusing and those moments where I re-read the same passage two or three times to align myself in the story made it seem longer than it was. Though I often like that narrative construct, there were times when it seemed jagged here; the story did not always line up nicely as the scenes switched and changed.

All The Light We Cannot See is a rare treasure and one that will stay with you for a long time after you put it down. Add it to your to-read list if you haven’t already, though be ready to put a lot of time and effort into the story. It is worth it.

Originally posted over at Nerd Underground. Follow me on Goodreads for more reviews.

Animals · Craft · Giftmas · Knitting

There are good days.

Winter might be cold and dreary but it also the time when people fill the streets with sparkling lights and disturbing ten-foot blow-up Santas. It’s the darkest time of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and yet we do our best to huddle together and bring a little colour and sparkle to an otherwise bland time.

Yes, I like winter. Especially now that I live in a country that has seasons beyond ‘wet’, ‘warm but damp’, and ‘cold and windy but at least a bit less wet’. We’ve only had one day of snow here in Southern Ontario so far and I’m okay with that, but the temperature is definitely dropping.

This weekend we went to cut down a tree and drag it inside our home. It’s now taking up slightly too much room and is draped with all sorts of delightful ornaments. Sparkle to keep the dark away: check.

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The dog is enjoying the weather. In the heat it becomes too much for him to sprint around like a mad thing, fluffy as he is, but in this cool weather his energy is endless. He’s only two so he can run for days; I took him out for two hours and he still ran around like mad thing as we picked which tree to take home.

Luckily for him, he’s cute as hell (and photogenic).

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Yes, I did have a treat in my hand when I took this photo; what was your first clue? (Right. He’s sitting still.)

Winter is also a time to crack out the many knitted items I own and one that I had forgotten about was a Noro hat I made a few months ago and stashed away. I used to dislike Noro but I’m a convert. It’s softer than it looks and the colours are delightful.

This has been my go-to had this year since I lost my green (store-bought) hat in a snow drift.

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I didn’t feel like plastering my face all over the blog today so Luna very kindly let me pin her down and balance a hat on her long-suffering head. What? She’s much cuter than I am.

Though I’m not Christian, my favourite thing about winter is Christmas. I was, after all, brought up in a Christian country even if England is mostly full of sort-of-believers who turn up once a year to hear the choirs more than they care about the sermons. Christmas is not about religion for me, but I love it nonetheless.

Yes, it’s fun getting things. But it’s also fun buying things for those you love and knitting things when you have time (which I don’t this year).

It’s also a time that brings out the kindness of strangers. The other day I got home and I found a package in my mailbox which had a lovely colouring book inside. I was baffled; I couldn’t remember ordering one, though I have been colouring a lot lately.

All was revealed when I found the little note telling me it was from a relative stranger, another member of an Amanda Palmer fan group I joined earlier this year on Facebook. You can sign up to give and receive little gifts from kind strangers and I had forgotten about it.

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Colouring was once a stressful pursuit for me; I wanted it to be perfect and it never was, but now I have realised that no one but me is ever going to see it unless I want them to, and even then they probably won’t care either way. That kind of freedom has me scribbling away whenever I feel anxiety taking hold.

If you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend it.

Winter is a strange old time, but it’s one where you can find a lot of warmth and light if you know where to look.

General

Late to the game

Though I’ve had Instagram for a while, I haven’t used it much. This is mostly because I have been using a Blackberry; very good for writing notes and articles while I’m out and about, but terrible for taking and sharing photographs.

Thankfully I finally won an iPod touch at my last work auction, which means I have much more time to play around with photographs without needing to find and charge my real camera (something I never remember to do). It’s a fairly decent quality so I’ve been addicted to Instagram since the moment I took my iPod out of its shmancy case.

In celebration of my launch into modern life, take a selection of photos from the last week. If you want to add me I am, to no-one’s surprise, knitternerd.

Luna and Ninja - Knitter Nerd
Luna gives Sean a hug, or possibly attempts felicide.
Deadpool and Iron Man - Knitter Nerd
Nari (Iron Man) and I (Deadpool) get our faces painted, because we are 100% excelling at adulting.
Van - Knitter Nerd
Van attempts to make an escape from his cell (he was only in there about an hour until he got to play with the other pups). And yes, he does eat blankets. Sigh.
Eddie loves cats - Knitter Nerd
Our apartment says a lot about us. (His name is Eddie.)
New comics - Knitter Nerd
Last week’s comic haul. For those not in the know, Wednesday is New Comic Book Day. It’s the second best day of the week (after knitting night).
The Time Garden - Knitter Nerd
I bought this when I should not have, and I regret nothing. It is stunning. I can’t wait to colour it.
Kickstarter · Thursday Follow

Featured Blog: LargeRoomNoLight

Today’s featured blog is:

LargeRoomNoLight: Confessions of a Creative Energy Addict

Thank you again Belinda for your support, and I’m not just talking monetary. You’ve been a regular commenter here and it always makes me smile to hear your thoughts.

LargeRoomNoLight is Belinda’s blog and you can see right off the bat that she’s a talented and creative person. Her most recent creation on the blog is a beautiful sweater with sleeves that were, as she says, her kryptonite. It’s a good thing she kept going with the project because it’s lovely!

From LargeRoomNoLight
From LargeRoomNoLight

She also takes gorgeous photos, even with her smartphone. That’s talent. I love browsing through her latest images; they’re always a treat.

It’s rare you find a blog that’s not only full of pretty pictures but also written from the brain of an eloquent and thoughtful person. I enjoy that as much as seeing her projects and adventures. You should head over there and check out LargeRoomNoLight as soon as possible.

Kickstarter · Thursday Follow

Featured Blog: In The Rounds

Today’s featured blog (via Kickstarter, thank you again Lisa) is In The Rounds: Life, knitting, and everything in between.

Now, before I start gushing about this wonderful blog, let me preface it with a note that I know Lisa in real life. We met at a knitting group in my town where we bonded over a mutual love for geeky things and pretty fibres. That said, her blog In The Rounds is one I would have enjoyed regardless.

Lisa works in a museum and has a passion for history, something that you can find portrayed at In The Rounds. Knitting is something that has a long and fascinating history, something traditionally passed down through generations. Lisa knits from old patterns and explains not only how the item was made but also the story behind it, and isn’t that what makes knitted objects so much more interesting than store-bought clothes? Each knitted hat or scarf or shawl has a story of its own and Lisa does an excellent job at telling it.

The Sortie Hat from In the Rounds
The Sortie Hat from In the Rounds

The way Lisa writes in her blog is always clear, smooth, and interesting. Not only that but the passion she has for her subject (whatever it is at the time) really shines through. You’ll like her blog, I promise.

Go over there now and have a look, and don’t forget to follow her!

General

The New Beginning for the Knitter Nerd

I’ve known it all along: knitters are awesome people.

Not only that, but people are awesome people; not everyone who pledge toward my Kickstarter campaign is a knitter. Some are people I know, some are strangers, all of you have made my year.

This blog is so important to me. Not only because it allows me to vent all the knitting thoughts I have in my head on a day to day basis, but because I can reach out and connect with knitters. One of my main goals with improving The Knitter Nerd is finding a way to connect more with you awesome folks to prove none of us are shouting into the void. We’re all a bunch of knitters and nerds and we’re not alone.

That’s the biggest, most important lesson the internet has taught me. As a scared and lonely teenager I retreated into an online world and I have never looked back. Not once. I found my girlfriend here, I found friends here, and I found that no matter how weird people said I was back then I was among likeminded people as soon as I heard that dial-up tone.

Knitting has been a similar experience for me. Since I joined Sophie’s Stitch ‘n’ Bitch in 2010 during a period of very boring unemployment I realized that knitters are lovely. They are accepting, kind people of all types and they will whole-heartedly pull you into their midst, thrusting skeins of pretty things at you until you’re past saving.

If I sound sappy, forgive me. I am overwhelmed by the kindness I have seen in the past two months. You’ll see the rewards start to roll out this month so keep an eye out for that. There will be more changes to the site over the next three months and I’m very excited to show you guys what’s happening.

(Note: if you come by here and see the site is a bit wonky, don’t mind it. It’s having a little spruce up this month and I do these things by trial and error.)

Thank you everyone who helped me out with this big step up, and thanks for the support of everyone else who reads and comments on this blog. You are all treasures.

Games · General

A New Nerdy Obsession

In the past few months a new obsession has taken hold. It started slowly from a day at the lake playing Catopoly, which is exactly what it sounds like, and blossomed into a full and interesting fixation on all sorts of board games.

Before going to Manitoulin we went to Toronto and visited Hairy Tarantula, a rather lovely games/comic store that has piles and piles of board games. It took us a long time but eventually we decided to buy Ancient World; it seemed simple enough for beginners to understand, yet interesting enough to keep our attention. It would be perfect to play out in the sunshine on our vacation.

Of course, our Manitoulin plans went awry but we still managed to play a few games in the dull light of the porch on a table covered in plastic. It was a lot of fun and we picked it up without too much trouble.

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Great, we thought. Let’s get more.

One day Nari went to the mall for something simple. We live right next door to one so this is not an unusual occurrence, but then she came back with a big grin on her face and the Firefly game in a bag at her side. Now, I wasn’t going to complain. Firefly! Board games! What crazy fool would object to the two being mashed up?

Firefly is so much fun. We’ve only played two games and we’re very much at the learning stage but I could play it for hours. It’s funny and really feels like you’re in their world as you get absorbed into the story. Firefly is a great game.

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Last Friday was my birthday; more on those celebrations later. When it came to opening presents I suspected Nari might get me something game-related, but I was impressed to see she’d picked out a game of chess. When I was a child I loved chess; I was a member of the chess club and regularly beat all the guys in the group. However, no one has much wanted to play it with me since I was eight so I am a little rusty. She beat me hands down in both games we played.

Seriously guys, it was embarrassing. I suck so bad.

That means there’s plenty of room for improvement and even better, there’s a Marvel set of chess pieces that we plan on collecting. Because spending our Sunday nights playing board games isn’t geeky enough.

Do you play board games? Which are your favourite?

General · Vacations

Manitoulin Adventures: Part One

Though I’ve lived in Ontario for over a year now (and over two years in total if you count the last time), I haven’t seen that much of it. Honestly, I’ve stuck pretty close to Lake Ontario and I’m ashamed of that fact. This province is huge and there’s a lot to explore. Given the chance, I jumped at the thought of a week on Manitoulin island which is further north than I’ve been in Ontario and it looked like a promising place to go.

That all went a little tits up once we got there but in the meantime, let’s talk about the journey.

My friend and her husband drove since I don’t, and my girlfriend and her parents (and the dog) went in another car. It was difficult to get all of our stuff into the two small cars, especially since we were insistent on bringing a couple of board games, yarn, a floaty thing for the water – you know, the essentials. Somehow we managed it and off we trotted down some of the most beautiful roads I’ve seen.

Ontario is beautiful. It was the kind of beauty I took in with my eyes, not my camera – the only pictures I took on that journey are in my last post, minus the photos of the strange concave cloud that looked creepy from far away but like a human vulva when we were underneath it.

No, I’m not sharing the picture of the vulva cloud, even if it was hilarious.

Once we reached Tobermory we waited around in the sunshine for our ferry onto the island. It’s called ‘Chi-Chimaun’ which means ‘big canoe’ in Ojibwe. They had amazing food and a local guy from the M’Chigeeng First Nation who did a little talk on his culture that was awesome.

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The ship was one that opens at the front to let you drive in which I’ve always found kind of hilarious. They don’t look as though they should float, yet it did just fine on getting us onto the island.

It was my dog’s first time on the ship and Van was fascinated by the movement. He kept staring at random things as though they were the weirdest thing ever, but he adjusted quickly and made sure to step in every puddle he could find. It was a sheer pleasure having the dog in tow as he’s a good boy and makes everything more fun.

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At this point in the story I was convinced it would be the most relaxing week ever. We were going to a beautiful place where no doubt I would have plenty of time to sit on the lake whilst knitting, surrounded by good people and bottles of beer. Though eventually that is what I got, there was a shaky bit at the start. I’ll write about that later.

General

A Year Already!

A year ago today I moved to Canada. A year ago today I picked up everything I owned (or at least everything I hadn’t given or thrown away) and stepped onto a plane to take me out of my country of birth and across the pond. I had two suitcases – one big, one small – and had sent a few packages of comics and yarn ahead of me, and that was all. With years of hardship and angst trying to get my Permanent Residency all disappearing into the aether I finally made it to the place I love to be with the person I love. Permanently.

This day has been coming for a while and I have been thinking about it a lot. So much has changed in that year and in the years that lead up to it that I barely feel like the same person. Before I left the UK I did some serious realignment of my brain in the form of some excellent behavioural therapy so coming to Canada with that leg-up made everything a lot easier. It’s hard enough emigrating; imagine trying to do that with the pressure of OCD on top of it. My mind is ninety percent free from that bullshit now and the world is a lot easier to navigate.

My knitting skill has come in leaps and bounds too. I remember last time I was in Canada back in 2012 I cast on a Damask shawl twice and failed both times; I just couldn’t get the hang of it. Yet when I cast on the same shawl on Tuesday with some yarn I bought days before leaving the UK, it seemed simple. I’ve already finished the border.

There are things I miss about the UK. Most of it is chocolate but also the family I left behind (those I still have contact with) and the friends I miss. I know Canada is the place I’m happiest but there are still memories and people I cherish and think about a lot.

All in all moving to Canada was the best decision I ever made and now that I can stay forever it’s been a thrill to start putting down some real roots and making plans for the future, something that was stunted when I was still in England. It’s an exciting feeling.