Mir’s Reviews > Fifty Acres and a Poodle: A Story of Love, Livestock, and Finding Myself on a Farm > Status Update

The writing repetition continues. She’s also obsessed with image and stereotypes— can’t imagine having a *poodle* or wearing an *orange hat* gasp! Perhaps I should consider this book was written 22 years ago, but we’ve come so far from this woman-kowtowing-to-grunting-men narrative it’s hard to go back. She’s also praising pioneers and omitting Indigenous people when talking of the land’s history, which tracks.

There is a repetitiveness to this writing style. A repetitiveness that I think the author is using for emphasis. Or perhaps I think she is doing it for style. Though I also think that this repetitiveness is killing me. Killing me slowly. Slowly I am dying.

Seeing as I will likely never own land to farm, let alone my own house, in my lifetime- I’ve decided the next best thing is to indiscriminately read every memoire I can find on the subject. Though sometimes it hurts.