by Linda ButurianHow can you love a book and (kind of) hate the author? Is dislike the better word? No--too harsh. Let's just say I didn't cozy up to her. She was clearly her, not me...but a beautiful writer all the same.
I loved her farm, her fields, her mud and her friends. The story behind the farm is that four families of quite normal people got together and bought a farmhouse and some acreage; worked as somewhat more than neighbors but much less than a "commune". (Commune has too many negative connotations these days--bearded hippies and free love and trying to survive on mung bean sprouts.)
Somehow, through hard work and love for the land, they made it. I could see myself doing the same thing. I loved her beautiful, beautiful world. And the kids--I would have enjoyed reading more about the kids.
So this is a free-flowing record of a few years of living on the Rum River, living with the land despite jobs and long commutes and stories to write and sell. It's a life out in the open. And that's just right.
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