I just finished reading Brad Kessler’s new memoir, Goat Song. It is beautiful: part memoir, part history, part personal reflection. It chronicles the first few years of Kessler’s foray into raising goats in Vermont with his wife and the cheese that was the result.
Lyrical, contemplative, mouthwatering, and enlightening, this book was an absolute treat to read. It touches all the senses: the smell of the meadow, the calling of the goats, the taste of the cheese, the mountain vistas, the feel of fresh curds over fingers. The descriptions are lush and intricate.
Goat Song touches the mind and the heart as well as Kessler explores our roots as herders and his own relationship to the world around him. Mr. Kessler is also the author of Birds in Fall, which I have not yet read.
Mr. Kessler is also the author of Birds in Fall, which I have not yet read. If the writing in Birds in Fall is anything like that of Goat Song, I know I will be enthralled.
I’m not usually an audiobook fan. My attention tends to wander, and I end up having to backtrack and listen to the same thing over and over before I actually hear it. Sometimes the narrators are bland, and sometimes they’re a bit too overly dramatic. Just not my thing.
Last week I finished Fire, the prequel to
Today, two days after I brought it home from the library, I finished Kristin Cashore’s young adult novel, Graceling. Tomorrow, when I get to work, I will most likely buy a copy for myself, while it’s still out in hardcover, so I can add it to my collection of YA series I love. Yes, it was that good.
Well, I ended up abandoning Thrity Umrigar’s memoir, First Darling of the Morning. I got to about 50 pages, which is where, if a book isn’t grabbing me, I’m allowed to put it down. Not only was I not grabbed, I was also vaguely annoyed. But hey, the coworker who lent it to me loved it, so to each her own!