I finished "Lonesome Dove" this evening. It was better than I expected and not as good as I had hoped.
I put off reading it for several years because it did not seem too appealing to me, but Dad and quite a few other people recommended it. So my own preconception led to my low expectations, and others' high opinions led to the high hopes.
It was a good story and well-written, and I enjoyed it.
I do have to wonder about Dad, though. I sat in his living room a couple of weeks ago saying I'd just read five Cormac McCarthy novels that were all good but very depressing, and I needed a change-of-pace. And so Dad recommends yet another cowboy novel that is good but depressing.
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If I read any compelling, uplifting novels that lack cowboys, I'll let you know.
Regarding Dad, you have to remember that at dinner one night, he was describing The Shawshank Redemption as a "feel good" movie. We women strongly disagreed with that description, but he stuck by his view. Go figure. And I might add, you sure can read a book quickly.
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