As a town-bred female with a severely limited interest in fishing or falconry I wasn't exactly target market for Blood Knots but I devoured this beautifully written book in two sittings. I was constantly beguiled by Jennings's love affair with the English countryside, gripped by the psychodrama at play between the fisherman and his quarry and moved by this tender and persuasive exploration of relationships between boys and their fathers, friends and teachers. Anyone bewildered (or infuriated) by the male ability to collect, collate and obsess will learn not just to understand how a grown man can be so passionate about his hobbies but even to share a little of that passion. You see England's fisherman from a train window, draped in waterproofs, flanked by Thermos flasks and assume their minds are a blank. Jennings teaches you otherwise.