It's been a while since I've gotten so emotionally involved with a book. I didn't take it to work with me--that would have been too much temptation--so I looked forward every day to coming home to it. But by the time I got all the necessary house work done--dog walking, dishes, helping teenagers with the sewing machine--I only had time to read a short section before bedtime. That made it last a long time for such a short book.
On the other hand, every time I picked it up, I felt a little apprehension. Something bad is sure to happen today. It can't go on this sweet and idyllic...that wouldn't be real, and this is real.
I won't say any more--can't. In short, a young woman falls in love with Wyoming, moves there, picks up odd jobs to pay the bills, and adopts a baby coyote. It's not a travel book but it chronicles a journey--for both of them--with an unexpected ending. (For me.)
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