Hi friends, happy Wednesday! I hope you’re all having a good week so far! Today I’m going to be posting my review of Gregory Scofield’s book Thunder Through My Veins.
I read this for my Canada Reads project (reading all the nominated books for #CanadaReads).
Thunder Through My Veins by: Gregory Scofield: This was Gregory Scofield’s memoir and his recounts growing up within Indigenous communities throughout Canada. From not fitting in and not feeling “Indian enough” to his struggles with his sexual identity as well as the abuse he faced both physically and sexually, Scofield is an open book as he searches for his identity in a world that isn’t accepting or open to him. He doesn’t shy away from the gruesome details that took place in his life and it was so eye-opening to read. The reader could connect with Scofield as he’s a likable person, so sweet and gentle. He’s also a masterful storyteller, weaving stories past and present together to give an honest and genuine tale of being Native Indian and trying to find your place in the world, a place where you fit in and who your people are. The writing was so poetic and beautifully crafted. With each passing chapter and no matter how bad things got, and it got very dark, trigger warnings for attempted suicide, the writing was still so beautiful. It was heartbreaking and completely harrowing to read some of the accounts as there was also a bit of Canadian history in here that most of us don’t know about because we’re not taught it. This was such a powerful and impactful story and truly spoke volumes. There is still a lot of reconciling that needs to happen to heal a lot of wounds that have been mentioned in this book, but reading, listening and learning these stories is a step in the right direction.