The Caretaker of Lorne Field

I realize once again, I deviate from my fellow readers. I read a highly favourable review of this little book and thought it sounded utterly fascinating; and so, I grabbed it from the library when I saw it.

I'm glad I didn't buy it: It would have been a waste for me.

Essentially, you DO have a ‘Twilight Zone' plot. Man weeds all day every day. Weeds are bad killer creatures. Everyone things man is insane. Bad things happen to man. Luck is against man. Man is accused of hurting son who went weeding with him. Is man crazy? Is he the world's saviour?

Man weeds. And weeds. And weeds. Most of this book is either dysfunctional family happenings, which feel dull and dated to me–or WEEDING. There is so much weeding, I felt like I'd been weeding myself. The pacing is slow, despite the book's brevity, because of all the bloody weeding. And the crux of the matter, the most interesting part, doesn't happen until the very end. There are so many pages wasted on weeding, I couldn't handle it. At all. I do not recommend. At all.