The Year of the Flood

I’ve just started The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood. I pre-ordered it from Chapters and it came last week. I was surprised though that I could remember so little of Oryx and Crake. I loved the book but six years later I just had a vision of a man in a tree. Doesn’t say much for my powers of recall. I should’ve re-read it because it will bug me that I didn’t; I settled for a plot summary from Wikipedia.

If an interest in the paranormal was a prominent feature of the 1990′s zeitgeist, the apocalypse (never far from our guilty minds) equally fascinates us now. The October issue of Chatelaine magazine reports:

A third book set during this period is planned, but Atwood confesses she doesn’t yet know what’s in store for the last of humanity. “Kill them, spare them: We’ll wait and see. I’m open to suggestions.”

I think this portrait is wonderful. I read M is for Moose: A Charles Pachter Alphabet to my nephew this weekend and loved it.

I often make bookmarks from scrapbooking paper to match the mood of the book I’m reading.

This is the one I made for The Year of the Flood.