Each chapter in this book focused on a different part of Canada. It told about the history of the place, as well as illustrating personal experiences Ferguson had in each of these places throughout his life. Parts of it brought tears to my eyes, others brought the biggest smile to my face. It was exciting to be able to say “Hey, I’ve been there!” about a place or two, but I think the best thing about this book is that it’s added to my list of places that I want to visit at some point in my life. (Dude, I so want to go polar bear watching!)
Have I ever mentioned that I have like the hugest literary crush on Will Ferguson? Because I totally do. Totally. And I have half of the stuff in his books underlined because they make me giggle to no end. I mean, really. With writing like his, how could I not sit there and giggle madly? Especially when there are passages like this:
More polar bears live in Canada than in the rest of the world combined, which raises the question, Why the hell did we choose the beaver as our national emblem? We could have had Nanuk of the North, Lord of the Arctic, as our symbol. Instead we get stuck with Squirrelly McTeeth. Sheesh.
That’s the thing about good Canadian writers and comedians and the like. The sense of humour. It’s dry, snuggly and there’s always something so indistinctly Canadian about it (even if you can’t put your finger exactly on what is so Canadian).