A few weeks ago, I completed My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell. The best word to describe it is delightful. I don't remember where I heard of it, it was on a blog somewhere, and I am so glad that I came across it. It is the recounting of Mr. Durrell's childhood years in Greece on the island of Corfu from 1933 to 1939. I laughed quite a bit and reveled in the colorful descriptions of his family and the surrounding island. It was supposed to be a naturalist's take on the flora and fauna of Corfu but his family kept coming into the story. I was very happy to find that there is a follow-up book in Birds, Beasts, and Relatives. I believe there is one more after that, but our library does not have it. I did check out another of his books that he wrote about his later life. I may end up buying them because I have enjoyed them so much.
His descriptions are eloquent and bring a picture to my mind right away. An example from the chapter I just finished "The Pygmy Jungle"
It has been neat to read also because he describes in some detail the lives of certain tiny creatures, and today I was thrilled to read of the diving bell or water spider. I read about that spider last year with my eldest in her reader, but her readings did not contain the depth of description and vivid imagery that he provides.
"Then, whistling for Roger, we went off through the sunlit olive groves, striped with shade, the whole island, spring-fresh and brilliant, lying before us. At this time of the year, the olive groves would be full of flowers. Pale anemones with the tips of their petals dyed red as thought they had been sipping wine, pyramid orchids that looked as though they had been made of pink icing, and yellow crocuses so fat, glossy, and waxy-looking you felt they would light like a candle if you set a match to their stamens. We would tramp through the rough stone paths among the olives, then for a mile or so follow the road lined with tall and ancient cypresses, each covered in a layer of white dust, like a hundred dark paint brushes loaded with chalk white. Presently we would strike off from the road and make our way over the crest of a small hill and there, lying below us, would be the lake, perhaps four acres in extent, its rim shaggy with reeds and its water green with plants."
The other offshoot of these readings is that I am trying to convince my husband to move to Greece. He pushes back with nonsensical things about cost of living and how I don't like the hot weather. In the below freezing temps we've been having, it sounds downright amazing!



