In early January, I was driving in suburban New Jersey when I spotted a small bookstore and quickly parked the car. "What's going on?" My wife asked. "I want to see if they have Lonesome Dove," I told her. "I'm dying to read it." My declaration took her by surprise. "That's a western, right?" Yes, it is, and I had never shown an interest in the western genre. I couldn't tell her why I needed to read Larry McMurtry's Pulitzer-Prize winning novel from 1985, other than to proclaim, "It's a modern classic!" The tiny book shop had one copy, which I snatched up and finished in two weeks. My one-sentence review: It's among the best books I've ever read, and despite being 858 pages, I didn't want it to end. |
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