This is supposed to be a great Canadian classic … but it felt like one of those books which you’re told you ought to read, and which feature on recommended reading lists provided by teachers and all those “100 books to read in a lifetime” lists which are always floating around on the internet, but which, after reading, you end up rather guiltily wondering what all the fuss is about. It was OK, but it was very slow. It was supposed to be a deep and meaningful exploration of a young boy’s struggle to understand the meaning of life, and a deep and meaningful insight into life in Saskatchewan during the Depression, but it wasn’t actually very deep – mainly because most of it was told through the eyes of a young boy. Maybe the whole idea was to see issues such as illness, poverty and racism through the eyes of the young boy, but it didn’t really work for me. Oh well, never mind!