I read Louise Dickinson Rich's book We Took to the Woods after the holidays, with the snow building-up up outside our window. I was wondering why it took me so long to write a post about this one and I realized it was because I don't have that much to say about it. I don't mean this in a bad way, it is just that it was a pleasant and enjoyable read, but nothing to dance around about for.
The book was published in 1942 and it follows her life living in a backwoods cabin that she shares with her son, daughter, husband, and dogs. She splits the book-up by season, which I thought was a clever way to progress with her everyday life and the way she chose to live. Within the progression of seasons, each chapter is a question she gets asked often. Prompts such as "Don't you ever get bored?" and "Aren't you ever frightened?" are answered with a lovely tone and sense of humor. She is not dismissive of "modern" life and doesn't shy away from pointing out the things she dislikes about backwoods living, but she is never overly preachy or mean spirited. That being said, parts of it can lag and are repetitive, but it is worth it for the nuggets of spirit and humor.
The entire book felt as if I curled up beside her fireplace and we just talked and drank.