Ah. There’s the change in the weather they’ve been predicting. Much better.
Ghost in the Little House
Also, I’ve finished (except for the book list in the back) Tim Cahill’s Lost in My Own Backyard. While I appreciate Cahill’s love of Yellowstone, I think this is the weakest of his books. I’ve really enjoyed his others, and not just for the titles. (Who can resist A Wolverine is Eating My Leg and Jaquars Ripped My Flesh? Fantastic.)
As for Ghost in the Little House, it’s also disappointing. Rose Wilder Lane seems to have lived a fascinating life full of ideas, travel, and experiences that were quite radical for her day, but I don’t have the slightest idea what she was like to spend time with. Would I have liked her? Found her frustrating to be around? I’m halfway into the book and I still don’t know. The author emphasizes Lane’s affinity for Albania, but I don’t quite get it. I want to know how it affected her, and how it touched her soul. If it was so important to her, the book should make me want to go there as well. But the author hasn’t really made me care about Lane, so I don’t care about what she cared about.
Consuelo and Alva Vanderbilt: The Story of a Mother and Daughter in the Gilded Age, by Amanda Mackenzie Stuart
Alexander Hamilton, by Ron Chernow
Personal Memoirs, by Ulysses S. Grant
That’s a lot of biographies and autobiographies. No doubt there will be more; we’ve been watching The History Channel’s series on the American Revolution. It’s quite good, although they seem to be trying really hard to serve as apologists for Benedict Arnold. Still, it’s reminding me of all of the Early American biographies I want to read.