I don’t know what to call it. John Muir is awesome. So poetic, interested in all the things I’m interested in, inspires me to get out there and go hiking (as if I needed more motivation?) – yet, his work is… I don’t know what to call it… “heavy”… the opposite of light reading. I’m just slogging through it. I don’t know if I really like it, but it’s definitely beautifully quotable. It’s leaving me with so many mixed feelings.
It’s not his first published novel. His first was “Voice of the fire”
Thank you for the correction. Another book to add to the must read list.