‘Just a Regular Boy’ Is No Regular Book

No spoilers here. Except for one: Just a Regular Boy could spoil you by setting a bar so high you may have trouble topping it in your future reading.

The book, by Catherine Ryan Hyde, grabbed me from the opening pages and, days after I finished it, I still feel its pull.

Remy Blake is five years old and has lost his mother when his survivalist father moves him to a remote Idaho cabin devoid of modern facilities. His father tells Remy he is finally free, but that he should fear the world and trust no one. In fact, he and his son stay sealed off from the outside.

You will cheer, worry, and feel his fear as the boy takes on the characteristics of a feral animal. When his dad’s heart gives out, Remy is just seven years old, and when he runs out of supplies, he must venture into the “evil” world. His dad’s old truck is his only way out, but he is too short to drive and crashes off a road, breaking his leg, adding to the broken ribs he sustained while trying to survive.

Remy fights for his life, even as he wonders if it is worth living. He is desperate and the depth of his character reveals itself. Will anyone help him? Will the goodness at the core of his heart find a chance to shine? A warning: If you are determined to keep your eyes dry, Remy Blake’s story may not be for you.

Hyde, who has penned more than 40 books, is the author of Pay it Forward, which was adapted into a motion picture. You’re right; I look forward to reading more of her books.

Injury Trips Up French Camino — For Now

Our Via Podiensis walk has been derailed by my achilles injury, which hit during the second day of steep, 1,500-foot descents. Seven distance treks and nearly 2,000 miles of injury-free backpacking ended with a limp into our convent-hotel in Saint Come d’Olt.

The next morning, we taxied to the charming, riverside village of Estaing, where Sue found a pharmacie and a brace designed for achilles injuries. Not knowing which size I needed, I sought help at the counter. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in a room, where the woman from behind the counter measured my ankle and helped me pull the extra-tight brace over my heel. Then she pantomimed how I would walk if I didn’t use supports under both heals. We all laughed and, once again, we benefitted from the professional help we would not expect in most American pharmacies.

The brace eased the pain, then our day became even more memorable when we ran into Joy and JR from New Hampshire, whom we had gotten to know over dinner several days before. More laughs and stories followed over lunch.

My achilles is gradually healing (with Aleve) and we hope we can get back on the trail after our rest day in Conques.