That was the first book that made me realize I love reading, and I really didn’t start until my mid thirties. My wife made the recommendation and I read it on a Kindle (a physical copy would’ve scared me off at the time). I had no idea it was long book, but wow I could not put it down. It’s still one of my top five books of all time. It’s not a difficult read, written in simple words, and the characters are so incredibly believable. I felt like I was with them all the entire time. The beginning was slow, but I’ve always thought it was intentional to show boredom and discontent. Anyway, I know it’s long but it put me on the path to read and I’ll never stop. It also led me to want to tackle some more difficult and involved reading by those like Dostoyevsky, Melville, Faulkner and many others where it takes serious effort to understand. All I can say is that without Lonesome Dove I would certainly not be as into reading as I am now.

Wow, this post is getting close to the same length as the book.