It’s been a long time since I read a 320+ page novel in a single sitting. But this morning I made the “mistake” of opening this one and the rest is history, as they say. It is told by a dog. Sounds hokey, but believe me, it is not. It will tear out your heart, but then put it back— all better.
——————- North of the Platte, south of Wounded Knee
Post by just ol ed on May 23, 2022 22:43:55 GMT -5
I raced in the rain in, I think, Goteberg (sp) Sweden in summer '61. Small field of 120, only full marathon I ever won. Only Yank, was 19, Actually pleasant, rain cooled things down. At the time, 2hrs, 25 min considered excellent time. Tagged along for just over 20miles, got bored, took off & finished a good 7mins ahead of next guy. Never seen talking baby or dog in a movie, then there was Mr Ed, the talking horse. 'Nuff said. I've been called a horse's arse by better folks than anybody on this thread!
Post by Stearmandriver on May 26, 2022 19:36:01 GMT -5
This book is amazing. And also about the saddest thing I've ever read (well, as fiction, disregarding the news lately). It does end in an uplifting way - but still. Never saw the movie for this reason.