I am currently reading the book Drive Your Plow Over the Bones Of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk. At the Beginning of the story, Janina’s neighbour, whom she has given the moniker Big Foot, passes away. He is a vile person who abuses his pet dog and takes wild wildlife illegally. Janina is a vegetarian and abhors any form of animal abuse. Several hunters pass away or go missing not long after Big Foot is killed. I find this book very interesting, mysterious and thrilling so far.

With undisguised astonishment he cast a glance at my linen suit (I sleep in something the Professor and his wife wanted to throw away last summer, which reminds me of a fashion from the past and the days of my youth–thus I combine the Practical and the Sentimental) and without a by-your-leave he came inside.

“Please get dressed. Big Foot is dead.”

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