![]() ![]() The first night on his own is described in great detail, and is an extremely effective set up. He calls a cab and gets dropped off upstate, somewhat near an ancient family farm that was long abandoned. He gathers up a few things – a penknife, a flint, some string, a few dollars, and a heart full of courage. Like I said, the story is about a teenager, Sam Gribley, who runs away from his home in New York City to live on his own in the Catskill Mountains. I loved it - interpret that how you wish. I am done with numbered scores unless mandated by something like Goodreads - this isn't a report card. It transported me deeper into my imagination than I ever thought possible. Before too long, my copy of the novel was dog-eared and exuding that unnameable quality that becomes attached to a well-loved story. Then I read it again, and again, and again. My older brother had read it first and he handed it to me. ![]() I first encountered it when I was a child of eight or nine. What to say about this book? It literally is one of the reasons I adore reading and writing so much. But there is a sense of fantasy – every kid at one point or another dreams about running away from home. There’s no magic or goblins in sight, just weasels and peregrine falcons. ![]() It is a children’s novel about a kid in 1950s New York that runs off to live in the Catskill Mountains on his own. First, I suppose I should get this out of the way: I consider this book to be fantasy, even though it might not fit into a tight interpretation of the genre. ![]()
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