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4.09 AVERAGE
rereading these like a childish nerd. idk it's really fun, though I never realized how terribly racist Ma Ingalls was when i read these as a kid.
I was trying to make it through the entire Little House series, and I couldn't make it through this book. It was fine; I'm just so bored.
2020 Reread:
I love this book and family so much. I listened to the audiobook on this read, I really liked the audiobook especially the actual singing of the songs and fiddle playing.
2019:
This is my favourite book in the series so far. It follows the family as they are trapped in town for seven months being plagued by blizzards and starvation. It is an isolated story, in terms of location and characters. It is much more high stakes than the previous books in the series.
I love this book and family so much. I listened to the audiobook on this read, I really liked the audiobook especially the actual singing of the songs and fiddle playing.
2019:
This is my favourite book in the series so far. It follows the family as they are trapped in town for seven months being plagued by blizzards and starvation. It is an isolated story, in terms of location and characters. It is much more high stakes than the previous books in the series.
Book seven in the Little House series.
While this book might be a bit too frightening for very young readers, more mature readers will be riveted by the struggle to survive an incredibly long, brutal winter.
After an elderly Indian warns the townsfolk of the coming of a long and bitterly cold winter, Pa decides to move the family into town. He does not think they can survive the winter in thier shanty.
Blizzards start early and pound the town and the surrounding countryside relentlessly, eventually stopping the supply trains. As the blizzards continue, the food and coal supplies slowly dwindle.
Not only the Ingalls family, but the whole town, is slowly starving. Almanzo Wilder hears a rumor that a homesteader has a large quantity of wheat stockpiled and realizes that getting that wheat is the only way to ensure that the townsfolk can survive until spring. He and his friend, Cap, set out across the frozen prairie to buy supplies for the town.
Definitely the most harrowing and exciting book in the series.
While this book might be a bit too frightening for very young readers, more mature readers will be riveted by the struggle to survive an incredibly long, brutal winter.
After an elderly Indian warns the townsfolk of the coming of a long and bitterly cold winter, Pa decides to move the family into town. He does not think they can survive the winter in thier shanty.
Blizzards start early and pound the town and the surrounding countryside relentlessly, eventually stopping the supply trains. As the blizzards continue, the food and coal supplies slowly dwindle.
Not only the Ingalls family, but the whole town, is slowly starving. Almanzo Wilder hears a rumor that a homesteader has a large quantity of wheat stockpiled and realizes that getting that wheat is the only way to ensure that the townsfolk can survive until spring. He and his friend, Cap, set out across the frozen prairie to buy supplies for the town.
Definitely the most harrowing and exciting book in the series.
Can't be beat. It's the little house book I remember the most, and I think it's the best one.
We live in troubled times. There is civil unrest and prejudice and unwarranted hatred plaguing our world, across borders and oceans and digital platforms. It’s easy to wish we could go back to simpler times, to an era where a man’s word was good and pollution was decades into the future.
But I have to tell you: nothing and nobody and not any amount of money could convince me to travel back in time to trade lives with Laura Ingalls Wilder.. Nope. I love, no, I adore Little House on the Prairie. The television series from the 70s has been my happy place all summer. But as the series progresses and as I’ve gotten farther into the books, I’ve come to see the dark side of prairie life. Yes, this was a time before technology made our world smaller and gave us the anonymity to attack those who disagree with us with no concern about the consequences. It was a time when neighbors helped each other, and when man had room to breathe without the crowding that is so common today.
But it was also a time of extreme hardship. If you found yourself facing a longer, harder winter than you anticipated, you could very possibly starve to death or freeze to death. If a train couldn’t get through with supplies, or if your crop hadn’t done as well as you hoped during the summer months, you could watch helplessly as your food and fuel stores dwindled down to nothing. Can you imagine watching your children starve and knowing there was nothing you could do? We live in a world where food can be delivered to our doorstep, where aid is much more easily attained for those who need financial assistance, where school lunches are provided for kids whose parents can’t afford them.
We live in a land of plenty. Even though that same truth doesn’t stretch across the globe, there are people working on ensuring that no one, no matter where they live or how little they have, won’t have to go hungry. We have so much to be thankful for, and yet often we are so focused on the negatives that we forget to count our blessings. After reading this book, I’m thankful for so many things. I’m thankful for a well insulated house and a reliable furnace, and for a fire place and an unlimited amount of firewood should the power fail. I’m thankful for stocked cabinets and a full refrigerator and a freezer full of meat. I’m thankful for nonperishable food, for processed foods in cans and boxes and bags, even if I hope the day never comes when they’re all we have to eat. I’m thankful for my car and for paved roads. I’m thankful for grocery stores. I’m thankful that I will never have to endure the kind of winter that Laura and her family had to endure, and that starvation is incredibly unlikely unless I’m lost far away from home.
Honestly, I’m just thankful.
But I have to tell you: nothing and nobody and not any amount of money could convince me to travel back in time to trade lives with Laura Ingalls Wilder.. Nope. I love, no, I adore Little House on the Prairie. The television series from the 70s has been my happy place all summer. But as the series progresses and as I’ve gotten farther into the books, I’ve come to see the dark side of prairie life. Yes, this was a time before technology made our world smaller and gave us the anonymity to attack those who disagree with us with no concern about the consequences. It was a time when neighbors helped each other, and when man had room to breathe without the crowding that is so common today.
But it was also a time of extreme hardship. If you found yourself facing a longer, harder winter than you anticipated, you could very possibly starve to death or freeze to death. If a train couldn’t get through with supplies, or if your crop hadn’t done as well as you hoped during the summer months, you could watch helplessly as your food and fuel stores dwindled down to nothing. Can you imagine watching your children starve and knowing there was nothing you could do? We live in a world where food can be delivered to our doorstep, where aid is much more easily attained for those who need financial assistance, where school lunches are provided for kids whose parents can’t afford them.
We live in a land of plenty. Even though that same truth doesn’t stretch across the globe, there are people working on ensuring that no one, no matter where they live or how little they have, won’t have to go hungry. We have so much to be thankful for, and yet often we are so focused on the negatives that we forget to count our blessings. After reading this book, I’m thankful for so many things. I’m thankful for a well insulated house and a reliable furnace, and for a fire place and an unlimited amount of firewood should the power fail. I’m thankful for stocked cabinets and a full refrigerator and a freezer full of meat. I’m thankful for nonperishable food, for processed foods in cans and boxes and bags, even if I hope the day never comes when they’re all we have to eat. I’m thankful for my car and for paved roads. I’m thankful for grocery stores. I’m thankful that I will never have to endure the kind of winter that Laura and her family had to endure, and that starvation is incredibly unlikely unless I’m lost far away from home.
Honestly, I’m just thankful.
Wow this family! Still loving it. I will probably read every single book in this series. This book was a bit crazy. Almanzo sounds like a hottie! Can't wait to see that relationship blossom!
I reread this one with my boys, who are 10 and 8. The last time I read it, I was probably about the same age as my older son. It was one of my favorite little house books back then. As a child of the Cold War, I was always pretty sure that I'd one day find myself living with my family in a nuclear fallout shelter of a basement, and I spent considerable amounts of time and mental effort trying to figure out how we would survive. Laura's story was my real-life, 19th century version of a model. I found comfort in the family's ability to make it through the never-ending winter, even without light, without heat, without food.
Now, as a middle-aged woman who is living in a world with no Soviet Union and is fairly certain she won't ever have to wait out a nuclear winter in her basement (and further understands how unrealistic the idea was in the first place), I was more taken in by Pa's character, which seemed so different than the Pa I knew and loved from the other Little House books. This Pa was a bit raw and brazen. Starvation will do that to a person, I suppose, but Pa forcibly takes wheat from Almanzo, steals food off of a train, leads a mob into a store that is price gouging, and goes on a crazy rant one night in the cabin. This is a different Pa from the principled, idealized, practially-perfect-in-every-way one in the Little House stories, and I suspect he's a little closer to the real Pa. He's a kind man, yes, but tough and not afraid to lose some of his principals when it is the only way to keep his family alive.
My own grandfather grew up in a family of settlers. It took a certain amount of stinginess (more kindly-termed 'frugality') and selfishness for the families who made it as settlers. Now, granted, by most measures Pa Ingalls was not the most successful settler out there, and maybe that was because he was in fact more altruistic or principled than your average pioneer, but still this more nuanced version of Pa and of the family, with their occasional spats after living in one room together for months on end, feels closer to life.
Now, as a middle-aged woman who is living in a world with no Soviet Union and is fairly certain she won't ever have to wait out a nuclear winter in her basement (and further understands how unrealistic the idea was in the first place), I was more taken in by Pa's character, which seemed so different than the Pa I knew and loved from the other Little House books. This Pa was a bit raw and brazen. Starvation will do that to a person, I suppose, but Pa forcibly takes wheat from Almanzo, steals food off of a train, leads a mob into a store that is price gouging, and goes on a crazy rant one night in the cabin. This is a different Pa from the principled, idealized, practially-perfect-in-every-way one in the Little House stories, and I suspect he's a little closer to the real Pa. He's a kind man, yes, but tough and not afraid to lose some of his principals when it is the only way to keep his family alive.
My own grandfather grew up in a family of settlers. It took a certain amount of stinginess (more kindly-termed 'frugality') and selfishness for the families who made it as settlers. Now, granted, by most measures Pa Ingalls was not the most successful settler out there, and maybe that was because he was in fact more altruistic or principled than your average pioneer, but still this more nuanced version of Pa and of the family, with their occasional spats after living in one room together for months on end, feels closer to life.
The Long Winter was a L-O-N-G read, mostly because we were so sick of winter at the time we were reading it. This one was a bit harder for Clark to focus on. In his words, "There's just so much snowing!" It was nice to finish the book right as spring was arriving here.