A novel of oneself listening to the other, in the rigors and tenderness of the North.
September in Nunavik, the tundra is covered with flaming red berries. A young woman returns to Salluit, two years after her last visit, and a few Inuttitut lessons later. Some of the children she knew at the day camp are now teenagers. Maggie, Sarah, Louisa, Elisapie and Nathan like to go out on their four-wheelers, to fish or to go ptarmigan hunting for several days. They have their secrets, their wounds. Their childhood evaporates under the northern lights.
In this novel, where the resilience of a community turned towards the future of its youth never wavers, there is no age to become an adult. As the first blizzards of autumn blow in, Juliana Léveillé-Trudel offers a tender tale of grief and the fear of losing those we love.
