![]() It is pretty without getting lost in its own beauty. Most classics have proven their worth in one way or another. Stories about childhood and a time gone by are also usually not my thing. The summary on the back describes the book as being a “uniquely American portrait… both of a community struggling with unforgiving terrain and of a woman who, amid great hardship, stands as timeless inspiration.” Stories that feature setting as a prominent element rarely hold my interest, and I’ve yet to read a story about settlers that I’m not at least a little bored by. My Ántonia is about the childhood friendship between Jim Burden, the narrator, and his immigrant neighbor Ántonia. Everyone has a few subjects that they just don’t find all that interesting. I pretty much knew as soon as I read the synopsis that I wasn’t going to particularly like this one. Considering that it’s only 238 pages, that’s pretty sad. I thought it was boring, and it took me almost a full week to read it. I had a few on my list, but the first one that I found in the library was My Ántonia by Willa Cather. ![]() I didn’t want it to be a random throwaway YA book, and since the time had just about come to read another classic (I try to read a classic every ten books or so to make sure that I’m not just reading quick books), I figured I’d choose one of those for the honor. ![]() For my 100 th book of the year, I wanted to read something relatively impressive. ![]()
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