On the Fourth of July I had two very important tasks ahead of me:
1. Go to Highland Park. Eat junk food. Play board games. Watch fireworks.
2. Finish A House in the Sky, by Amanda Lindhout.
I tackled #2 before leaving the house, because I knew full well after a night full of games and fireworks, plus a treacherous drive home where the entire freeway slams on their breaks when they see a lone, illegal firework rocket from nearby tract housing, I would not be reading anything when I returned safely to my bed.
The book is this: a well-traveled, smart, careful Canadian woman becomes a photo-journalist, travels to Somalia and is kidnapped and held for ransom. I’m going to tell you that she gets out because you probably already figured that, seeing as this is her memoir, and also the story is not whether or not she’s free, but about the days spent in captivity. It’s about not losing her spirit as her life gets bleaker and about making me realize, as the reader, that we can withstand a lot more than we think we can.