When you’re stranded at home for a few days because your city is underwater, there’s nothing better than a good book. And with nothing but time on my hands this weekend, The Light Between Oceans was the perfect read.
This spring, I had to take a horrendous biology course as a prerequisite for the Bachelor of Education I’m starting in September (science courses, go figure, are not part of the requirements for a Bachelor of Journalism. I haven’t touched biology since high school and I would not describe it as a strong suit). June 20th was my final exam downtown, and by the time I got the C-train home around mid-day, the flood waters had made most of Calgary impassable.
What better time for a new book? When I got home, my mom presented me with a copy of The Light Between Oceans as a congratulatory gift for struggling my way through my biology course. And with my evenings free from studying the parts of a cell, and an unexpected day off due to flooding on Friday, I read. And read. And read.
The Light Between Oceans is a beautiful, complicated Australian novel about the moral dilemma faced by Tom Sherbourne, a lighthouse keeper and returned WWI solider when a baby and a dead man wash ashore in a boat on the remote island where he and his wife Isabel are stationed.
Tom, who keeps meticulous records, wants to alert the authorities immediately, but Isabel, who is grieving from a miscarriage and desperate to be a mother, wants to keep the infant and raise it as the couples’ own.
The result is a beautifully-woven, haunting story of the grey areas that can so often blur right and wrong. There are no easy answers for Isabel and Tom, and the novel is beautifully written.
I’m so glad I read this when I had some time to process it properly. It’s not a light bedtime read, but it is a brilliant novel that I would highly recommend.