I wasn’t looking for a Western. Honestly, I picked up Lonesome Dove with mild skepticism and zero interest in cattle drives. But within a few chapters, I was completely disarmed. McMurtry doesn’t just tell a story—he builds a world with such emotional weight, flawed beauty, and human complexity that I couldn’t look away.
The characters feel mythic and painfully real all at once. The humor is dry and brilliant. The grief sneaks up on you. And the prose? Effortless and unpretentious, but quietly profound.
This book changed how I think about genre. It's not a Western—it’s just great literature. Easily a top-five read of my life.