Years ago, I listened to an interview with Richard Fidler talking about his time in Iceland with his friend Karl Gislason. I was intrigued by the notion of sagas and the telling and the sharing of stories through the years. It reminded me of my childhood and the stories people told and kept retelling about the old days. The way events were embellished and added to-both the happy and sad times. The descriptions of the landscapes in this book combined with the link to the people who lived in Iceland in the past are so vivid. You almost feel you are there and the image of a cold, icy, barren, inhospitable land is so totally dispelled by these wondrous stories.  I have to travel very soon to Iceland and see these extraordinary landscapes