First, I would like to say I was incredibly lucky to be given the opportunity to read an advanced copy of The Quintland Sisters by Shelley Wood in exchange for an honest review. I knew I wanted to read this book because, though I didn’t mention it to anyone except some family members, I actually grew up incredibly close to where the Dionne quintuplets (Yvonne, Annette, Marie, Cecile, and Emilie) were born, the first quintuplets known to survive their infancy, and so I’ve heard about them in passing my entire life. This includes seeing the old log cabin that was the family’s home turned into a museum in its former location for many years on the ride to school in North Bay. The museum is not currently open, but it is supposed to reopen this year in a new location, and I hope to get the chance to visit it when I am visiting my parents. I also have driven many times on the highway built into a major highway (for the North) rather being kept as an old country road solely due to the tourism the Dionne quintuplets brought to the area.
But before I keep talking about all of that, I’d like to focus back on the book The Quintland Sisters and what I thought of this presentation of their story.
Walking The Forest Floor 