When I began the process of publishing my new book , I was offered the opportunity to have it reviewed by Kirkus Reviews I was quite honestly a little hesitant , and nervous but I did eventually agree to have it reviewed. I received a copy of the review today . At first I was not sure what to think of it ,never having had a book review . I was just glad they didn't hate it ! Like I said before , gotta take a chance now and then .I think overall it is fairly positive.And at the end of the day , they are right , I did write for me , so ...
TAILS, TRAILS, AND CAMPFIRE STORIES
A wholesome, innocent series of poems and photographs from the author’s farm life in the Alberta countryside.
In her second book, Sikstrom (Telling Tails, 2011) shares her reflections on life and loved ones on two legs and four.
There are poems in honor of her uncle and sister, her experience during a summer thunderstorm, light musings on
morality and tales of adventure on horseback, all generously interspersed with photos, mostly of her horses and dogs.
Both the photos and the poems are unrefined, at times jarringly so, especially when the lilting, childlike rhyme and meter
stumble. The little rhyming couplets aren’t quite rich or substantial enough to carry the writing. The pictures, however,
and the book’s layout in general, have something of a photo-booth quality, with each page fading into a crinkly, marbled
effect along the edges. The images are infused with such affection that cumulatively, a certain charm emerges. Taken as
a whole, the book becomes a kind of love song addressed to the creatures and beautiful landscape that the author so
cherishes. In general, the stories that involve a level of abstraction are the most engaging: the campfire tale of a locally
legendary cowboy or a reflection on the changing seasons. These trains of though are more relatable than the author’s
sentimental, familial musings, which are too personal to resonate outside of her immediate circle. But that may be the
point—the book seems to be more for her, and for them, than the general reading public. Through this lens, the reader
can experience tinges of the author’s joy and humanity.
An earnest, loving dedication, endearing—to the author’s home and family, at least—in its simplicity.
As to the uninvited guest,the neighbors got peacocks a few years ago, and besides irritating me with their terrible calls (sounds like a child calling "Help me" they have begun to wander . I often see them in the horse pasture ,or by the garbage dumpster. These are the same folks who had been raising rabits, and turned them loose, which helped to cause a pretty bad wreck for me and a horse a few years back . Not sure what the other horses think of them in the pasture , mostly they ignore them . But Cactus DOES NOT LIKE THEM ONE BIT. I am not looking forward either to
coming around the corner on a horse to meet this dude in all his glory!
Found him sitting on Angelas truck after supper. Bold as brass , no interest in moving even when I stepped out to take his picture . He did leave when Skeeter spied him though !
Any how , that's whats going on here .