My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is one of those almost a 5 star review!
McClure’s writing style, initially, felt a little bit choppy for me. It seemed there were abrupt transitions in the first 20 pages or so, but once I fell in with her style of writing I had a hard time putting the book down.
Also, from a teacherly standpoint, I love her love of colons (the grammar kind).
I don’t think you have to be a fan of the Little House books (or TV show) to find this memoir appealing because it is that – a memoir. The book travels with Wendy (can I call her Wendy now) as she investigates the “real” sites where the Little House books took place.
I, of course, read the Little House books when I was a pre-teen, but I haven’t been back to read them. I don’t think I was quite involved enough (or with the show – although I wanted to be Melissa Gilbert the actress cause she was small and a brunette) that I’d want to track down the sites myself so this saves me from having to do that. In fact, this book had me wondering – is there anything I’ve read, watched, done that I find so enthralling that I’d have to go on this kind of quest?
One of my favorite reflective moments in the book happens towards the end when McClure writes, “Maybe the Little House books have always been a way to “unremember . . . To me unremembering is knowing that something once happened or existed by remembering the things around it or by putting something else in its place.”
Isn’t that what we writers, and avid readers do? Don’t we want to remember something that relates to ourselves or remember something that never happened to us so we can fit better into the world?
Well, that’s what I hope we do