Kind of like a pear, he had thought, with a point on one end and a fat little body; a flying pear.
Discoveries happened because they needed to happen. He
He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping. He had to keep hoping.
He had forgotten the most important thing about living in the wilderness, the one thing he'd thought he would never forget-expect the unexpected. What you didn't think would get you, would get you. Pl...
Unstable, the
He wasn’t sure if it was good and clean or not. He
Words are alive--when I've found a story that I love, I read it again and again, like playing a favorite song over and over. Reading isn't passive--I enter the story with the characters, breathe their...
Adults are locked into car payments and divorces and work. They haven't got time to think fresh.
Not hope that he would be rescued--that was gone. But hope in his knowledge. Hope in the fact that he could learn and survive and take care of himself. Tough hope, he thought that night. I am full of...
Moose was a moose. There
This is the final book about Brian
Misery is optional.
But the beauty of the woods, the incredible joy of it is too alluring to be ignored, and I could not stand to be away from it--indeed, still can't--and so I ran dogs simply to run dogs; to be in and p...
Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.
The mosquitoes. Tearing at him, clouds of them, the awful, ripping, thick masses of the small monsters trying to bleed him dry.
That's all it took to solve problems - just sense.
So. So. So here I am. And there it is, he thought. For
Heron,
Berries he would have to eat the gut cherries again
Had it been just the two of us with the flock, I am sure it would have been a complete disaster. But Louie came with a helper, partner, friend, second brain: a border collie named (he must have wanted...