AUTHOR: Cherime MacFarlane
Ignoring the question, I sipped my tea and considered exactly what I was prepared to reveal to the man. I decided to keep my cards concealed. "I've made an offer, and I refuse to go into details about my reasons. You may accept or reject the offer. I do need to tell you there may not be another."
"Offer accepted. What time will you be there? May we sit together?"
"We may. If all goes well, perhaps you can escort me to brunch afterward. We shall see."
I thoroughly enjoyed the game we played. Gunrik interested me. I hadn't met a man who would spar with me in a long time. He could think fast on his feet. Verbal fencing could be so much fun.
But I sensed he was almost as careful about who he let into his private world as I was. We resembled two tigers playing mating games. When tigers finished mating, the females went off to have and raise their young, and the males went back to their solitary existences.
How would this work out? Would teeth and claws come into play? He had piqued my curiosity, and I do love puzzles.
Liza's Review of Aurora’s Song
An enchanting novella about a woman’s ability to sing to the Auroras that dance across the Alaskan skies. This is Algen’s tale… and Gunrik’s. However, be warned. Singing to the Aurora Borealis is very dangerous.
There is a great deal of truth in this story. While I cannot say if the above warning is true, I do know the government really did import reindeer and Sami people from Norway to Alaska to teach the Alaskans how to herd reindeer. Then 40 years later, a law was passed that only native Alaskans could own reindeer. Thus, the Sami’s had to sell their reindeer, their only means to survive. Talk about a huge betrayal. Many Samis left Alaska for good and I suspect they are still bitter about their unfair treatment, and rightly so. I mention this because it brings authenticity to the story.
My review: I loved Algen right off. I loved her honesty, her love to challenge, her sense of timing, when matters should occur.
Next we meet Gunrik, and he fascinated me as well. While his intentions are not quite as clear at first, in short order I liked him as well, and truly enjoyed their odd dance to becoming intimate, and their intimacy turning into love.
While I was not ready to leave these characters when the end arrived, that is the only negative I had with this story. I loved the characters, all of them, I loved the true history shared, and I loved their dance to love.
So I give this a 4.5 (dinged for ending too soon) and round it up to 5.0 because Amazon doesn’t allow 4.5s by reviewers.
Although born in New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since 1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. I have cut firewood on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge on the Richardson Highway.
My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm.
Alaska is my home. I never thought I would love it so much, I never want to leave. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan.