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Author Margie Mack began a new life in rural Illinois at an early age, living with her grandparents after her parents divorce when her mother (an aspiring pianist) wanted her to have a more stable home than she could offer. It was here that she discovered refuge in and connections to the wildlife and beauty that was Fox River, right outside her door- and here that she also absorbed the values and insights of senior relatives and neighbors who influenced her childhood years. All this is reflected in a balanced memoir of those golden years, with her delights in new found rural nature tempered by her grandparents' uncertain health. Mack's ability to bring readers into her early life and see the world through childhood eyes captures the wonder, magic and small pleasures that youth brings, all wrapped up in passages that re poignant and moving portraits of yesteryear: "There were only twelve homes on our little dirt road up to the fork. But only seven of these homes, not including ours, were occupied in the winter months. It's funny how a small thing like a fork in the road can define who you know and who you don't." Now, don't expect a memoir filled with epic struggles and high drama. "Through The Woods" isn't that kind of read. Do anticipate a series of personal reflections on how ideals, experiences, and even spirituality and morals are absorbed from family interactions. It's a lesson (and a reminder) in giving. And in our high-octane, adrenaline-addicted, high-drama culture, this relative simplicity is an uplifting breath of fresh air.