I'm not much into souvenirs, but I love to buy books, and usually when I travel, I purchase books that will remind me of the trip. In three different Alaskan cities that we were in, I was able to stop at independent bookstores and find a number of great books by Alaskan authors or about Alaskan subjects that I brought home with me. For the record, my mom was very willing to stop at every bookstore with me, and even indulged herself, and my dad was most patient in putting up with us!
Two Old Women, by Velma Wallis, is an Athabascan Indian legend retold. During an extremely harsh winter with famine looming, a tribe abandons two of their older women in an effort to save resources. Apparently this was not unheard of. The women learn what they are really made of and find hidden depths of strength and character. I don't want to give it all away, so I won't say more about the story, other than to say that I enjoyed it. The woman at the bookstore promised me a good cathartic cry at the end, and I didn't need quite as much kleenex as I thought I would, but it was fulfilling just the same.
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