The other day I blogged about the Burlington airport as a favorite morning place. Well, a strange thing happened there. I was walking through the airport when I spied the following book abandoned on the newspaper rack.
The Swedish title caught my eye. This is no ordinary book. In Swedish culture, Vilhelm Moberg is perhaps the most beloved author, and this book the most beloved book. Compare it to Mark Twain's Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
I haven't read this book, but Libby and I were enchanted by the two movies Utvandrana and Nybyggerna (Emigrants and Settlers) based in other books in the series.
It has been many years since I tried reading a book in Swedish, but I'm gong to try with this one. After that, I'll try to get Libby and Jen and John and even Dave to read it too.
P.s. I tried, but I didn't get far. Moberg's language is flowery in the extreme. It would be hard to read in any language.