"Well, little sister, I'd say a ballad is a poem that tells a story of the extraordinary doin's of ordinary folk. You can say ballads or sing 'em or jist play their tunes for folks who know. I learned me lots of ballads in Texas."
"Tell us one. Please."
"You jist sit back and listen, sis, and I'll tell you a good one. Imagine we're outside, settin' round a fire of cow pies and dry grass. But for the fire it's so dark you couldn't find your nose with both hands, and there you sit, lookin' at the moon through the neck of a bottle and listenin' to the coyotes sing when someone starts in tellin'....."
This book is just like hearing someone tell a good ol' ballad over a campfire of cow pies and dry grass. It has a ring of old-timey goodness to it, an antiquated flavor, as if by opening its pages you're jumping right back in time to California in the 1850s. It's absolutely hilarious-- I laughed so hard over 'The Ballad of Rattlesnake Jake', I spilled tea all over my shirt-- it's tear-jerking, it's got just the right mix of happy times and sad times: just like life.
I immediately found a kindred spirit in California Morning "Lucy" Whipple. She's a dreamer, a reader, and a bit of a melodramatic personality who knows what she wants (or thinks she knows, anyway) and has a stubborn streak a mile wide. I could see myself in her place all too often; getting lost in the woods, starting a lending library of my own books (with very strict rules, of course), spending hours reading a book in the sunshine while I was supposed to be picking berries. Lucy becomes a true friend, bounding out of the pages and into your heart. I loved spending time with her, and I'm sure gonna miss that lil' sister. ;-P
The dialogue is delicious. So many funky slang terms, juicy frontier curses, not to mention fifty words for liquor. No wait, fifty-one.
This books reminded me a little of Larry McMurtry's Telegraph Days; it had that sort of ballad flow to it, an amusing story of a girl and her misadventures out in the uncivilized West. Only this books is written for younger readers, and so it was much more appropriate and therefore I enjoyed it more on the whole. It's wonderfully wholesome, ridiculously entertaining, and just plain-out a rollickin' good time. Go read it.
"Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing."
My rating: 10/10