Wendell Berry: where have you been all my life?
I just finished reading Wendell Berry's Jayber Crow . I don't normally give a Goodreads rating of five, because, my thinking is as follows: I give really really good books -- ones that I think, now there's an outstanding book/great writer -- four stars out of a possible five. Why not five? Because if I give out fives willy-nilly, then where do I go from there? How do I differentiate when a book comes along that's truly outstanding and I've already given out dozens of fives? So, I'm glad I've reserved fives for novels that don't come along often. Novels like Jayber Crow. This thinking is furthered the older I get because it's harder to be surprised by a book -- or anything, really -- by virtue of the volume of books I've read and life that I've experienced. I have a distinct memory of going to see an amateur production of Romeo and Juliet at Niagara University with my grade twelve class. It was a gorgeous Autumn day in 1978. I remember p