The Yearling (Aladdin Classics)
3 journalers for this copy...
i read this ages ago. not, of course, this copy, which was printed 2 years before i was born. bought this one at a market for my stepdaughter.
on a RABCK trip back to the u.s.
on a RABCK trip back to the u.s.
I remember reading this book and loving it when I was a child. About a year ago I got this overwhelming urge to read it again and so I added it to my wishlist. I can hardly wait to dig in and maybe share it with my grandchildren. Thank you, ihatetoast, for this wonderful surprise!
Trade paperback; different cover than pictured.
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize
Trade paperback; different cover than pictured.
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize
A young boy comes of age during the late 1800s in back country Florida and befriends an orphaned deer. Beautiful writing that draws on the author’s experiences living in a Florida hamlet named Cross Creek. The descriptions of the remote wilderness, the animals, the plants, and the people with their Southern dialect, are stunning.
“Jody put his arms under his head and looked up into the sky. It was as thick with stars as a pool of silver minnows. Between the two tall pines over him, the sky was milky, as though Trixie had kicked a great bucket of milk foaming across the heavens. The pines swayed back and forth in a light cool breeze. Their needles were washed with the silver of the starlight. Smoke from the campfire eddied up and joined the stars. He watched it drift through the pine tops. His eyelids fluttered. He did not want to go to sleep. He wanted to listen. The hunting talk of men was the finest talk in the world. Chills went along his spine to hear it. The smoke against the stars was a veil drawn back and forth across his eyes. He closed them. For a moment the talk of the men was a deep droning against the snapping of the wet wood. Then it faded into the sound of the breeze in the pines, and was no longer sound, but the voiceless murmur of a dream.”
“Jody put his arms under his head and looked up into the sky. It was as thick with stars as a pool of silver minnows. Between the two tall pines over him, the sky was milky, as though Trixie had kicked a great bucket of milk foaming across the heavens. The pines swayed back and forth in a light cool breeze. Their needles were washed with the silver of the starlight. Smoke from the campfire eddied up and joined the stars. He watched it drift through the pine tops. His eyelids fluttered. He did not want to go to sleep. He wanted to listen. The hunting talk of men was the finest talk in the world. Chills went along his spine to hear it. The smoke against the stars was a veil drawn back and forth across his eyes. He closed them. For a moment the talk of the men was a deep droning against the snapping of the wet wood. Then it faded into the sound of the breeze in the pines, and was no longer sound, but the voiceless murmur of a dream.”
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This book has been on my available bookshelf too long. I saw it on the wishlist of rebeccaljames in Ohio, so I'm sending it to her as an RABCK via media mail.
This book has been on my available bookshelf too long. I saw it on the wishlist of rebeccaljames in Ohio, so I'm sending it to her as an RABCK via media mail.
I received this book a while ago and just now got around to journaling it. Thank you for sharing!
