Book Twelve – This is Where I am – Karen Campbell
Book Twelve of the year. I am probably boring you now but yes it was yet another book from the table by the café in Mainstreet Trading. It caught my eye as the front cover is of a little girl on the shoulders of her father. Picking it up and I was hooked. The story was set in my home town of Glasgow.
The story is about a forty plus Glaswegian lady who has recently been widowed and her mentoring of a man from Somali who has a four year old daughter. It takes you through the year they spend mentor and mentee visiting many of the landmarks that make Glasgow what is Glasgow. I am reticent to say much more about the story as I want you to read it for yourself. Suffice to say it is one of the best and moving books I have read.
Why should you read it? Well it will make you laugh. If you live in Glasgow or like me are one of the mother Glasgow chicks who left but you hold the city in your heart the book will resonate. If you have been to Glasgow or never been and want to know what makes Glasgow the unique city it is good, bad and ugly this will show you.
This book will make you cry. The two central characters by the end of the book I cared for a great deal. They are both suffering and have been through tough experiences and it is deeply moving to see how the friendship between them mends or allows them to move on in their lives.
This book will educate you. Did I know that Glasgow was a key city for asylum seekers? Yes I did. But that was all I knew period. I had limited knowledge of what this means for asylum seekers and sadly didn’t always know why they were seeking asylum. This book shows you all in its stark form. Like Running the Rift it left me in no doubt how lucky we are to live where we live. Though I found it deeply sad that we don’t always make it easy for people to live here.https://fionadranesblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/running-the-rift/
Like Running the Rift this is not an easy book to read at times. But it will make you laugh, it will make you cry and you turn the last page a wiser person with food for thought.
“So we walked in the freezing night air, my daughter weeping into my neck, and me trying to shelter her inside my own thin coat. I could accept the sun had left us, but I struggled to understand where the moon was. At home, the moon and stars are so big, you can see by them, work by them through the night. Only thin glimmers here, cold specks in the muddy sky.”