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I am not much of an animal person, I am definitely NOT a sports person, and I rarely get excited about nonfiction... BUT THIS BOOK WAS ABSOLUTELY RIVETING. I know I read Hatchet at some point as a younger person (I am prone to a certain type of YA survivalist adventure story), but that was the extent of my familiarity with Paulsen's work.
His voice is at once level-headed, observant, humorous, self-deprecating, and poetic. I loved learning more about working and living with these amazing dogs. The Iditarod race is so unbelievably demanding that I had to keep closing my mouth as I read - I kept realizing that my jaw had dropped open. And yet, he writes about training for and running the race in such a way that I was almost ready to head for Alaska and try it myself.
Here is one passage that attempts to describe what I assume cannot be described:
5 stars!
His voice is at once level-headed, observant, humorous, self-deprecating, and poetic. I loved learning more about working and living with these amazing dogs. The Iditarod race is so unbelievably demanding that I had to keep closing my mouth as I read - I kept realizing that my jaw had dropped open. And yet, he writes about training for and running the race in such a way that I was almost ready to head for Alaska and try it myself.
Here is one passage that attempts to describe what I assume cannot be described:
"Do you like the race so far?"
I looked at her, trying to find sarcasm, but she was serious; she really wanted to know. And I thought of how to answer her.
I had gotten lost, been run over by a moose, watched a dog get killed, saw a man cry, dragged over a third of the teams off on the wrong trail, and been absolutely hammered by beauty while all this was happening. (It was, I would find later, essentially a normal Iditarod day - perhaps a bit calmer than most.) I opened my mouth.
"I..."
Nothing came. She patted my arm and nodded. "I understand. It's so early in the race. There'll be more later to talk about..."
And she left me before I could tell her that I thought my whole life had changed, that my basic understanding of values had changed, that I wasn't sure if I would ever recover, that I had seen god and he was a dog-man and that nothing, ever, would be the same for me again, and it was only the first true checkpoint of the race.
I had come just one hundred miles. (162-63)
5 stars!