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A review by cher_n_books
Montana 1948 by Larry Watson
4.0
3.5 stars - It was really good.
With anticipation for my upcoming trip to Montana and Yellowstone, I picked this up, hoping for an atmospheric read. It turns out that the story is set in the NE corner of Montana so I found myself in flat lands vs the mountainous backdrop I was seeking, but was rewarded with a great coming of age story nonetheless. A compact book at under 200 pages, but the author tells a compelling story that ultimately feels far more complete and satisfying than I had expected based on it's length.
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Favorite Quote: Young people are supposed to be the impatient ones, but in most circumstances they can outwait their elders. The young are more practiced; time passes slower for them and they are constantly filling their hours, days, months, and years with waiting - for birthdays, for Christmas, for Father to return, for summer to arrive, for graduation, for the rain to stop, for the minister to stop talking, for girls to stop saying, "Not now, not yet; wait." No, when it comes to patience, even the enforced variety, the young are the real masters.
First Sentence: From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them...
With anticipation for my upcoming trip to Montana and Yellowstone, I picked this up, hoping for an atmospheric read. It turns out that the story is set in the NE corner of Montana so I found myself in flat lands vs the mountainous backdrop I was seeking, but was rewarded with a great coming of age story nonetheless. A compact book at under 200 pages, but the author tells a compelling story that ultimately feels far more complete and satisfying than I had expected based on it's length.
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Favorite Quote: Young people are supposed to be the impatient ones, but in most circumstances they can outwait their elders. The young are more practiced; time passes slower for them and they are constantly filling their hours, days, months, and years with waiting - for birthdays, for Christmas, for Father to return, for summer to arrive, for graduation, for the rain to stop, for the minister to stop talking, for girls to stop saying, "Not now, not yet; wait." No, when it comes to patience, even the enforced variety, the young are the real masters.
First Sentence: From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them...