I’m 3.5 hours in and just finished Hattie Big Sky–it’s even better than I remember. This is the copy Kirby Larson signed for me at KidLitCon in 2011, so it’s extra special.
The first time I read it several years ago, it was for the story. This time I paid more attention to the details, and have concluded I wouldn’t last a day in Hattie’s shoes. The fence building, the cold, the mad horses/wolves, the cold, and did I mention the cold? I like snow, but not blizzards that force you to cling onto a rope line to walk from the house to the barn (it’s very Laura Ingalls Wilder and The Long Winter).
Anyway, I’ve just reserved the sequel from the library. (Hattie becomes a journalist! This is excellent).
And now it’s time for bed. Tomorrow I need to get started on the French Hobbit. I don’t expect to finish that anytime soon, and Toms River is also quite long, so Hattie is probably the only book I’ll finish this weekend. But judging from twitter, I seem to be enjoying my books more than Jen…