People Don't Always Belong Where You Found Them

This was the first book I finished reading in 2013.  If literature is used as a prelude to set the character of an upcoming year, then I believe I am in for a staggering one.  Let me assert here that I could not previously regard as true that a novel could posses such astonishing power as tremendous as Richard Ford's "Canada."  It's so breathtaking, strewn with affliction, each word cascaded down like a torrent of profundity; tremulous, fragile, explosive, everything here left me (at times, literally) breathless and intoxicated to even bother fixing the erroneous formalities in the act of writing a review to honor its name. Dear reader, as you descend further down into time, may you take up the task to make it better; open the pages of Canada.