Leif Enger's writing strikes me like an Andrew Wyeth painting; sparse, filled with light and shadow, layered with realism and fiction. This is a wonderful read, the characters are built in believable proportions. As ever the landscape is evocative of the West and it's stark beauty. I would say this story ambled rather than loped along, but every step of the way was full. M check it out
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