\\n On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Where the cops have wooden legs,
And the handouts grow on bushes,
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs,
Where the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the cinder dicks are blind—
I’m a-gonna go
Where there ain’t no snow,
Where the rain don’t fall
And the wind don’t blow
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.\\n
A little too dense for my liking - this could easily have been a hundred pages shorter. The excessive amount of details sometimes made it a bit of a struggle to get through. However, the prose and the story were absolutely beautiful. The author's use of language was masterful, painting vivid pictures in my mind and evoking a wide range of emotions. I found myself completely immersed in the world of the book.
I might bump this up to a full five stars in time. As I reflect on the story and the impact it had on me, I can see the potential for it to grow even more in my estimation. For now, though, it's a very solid four. It has its flaws, but the beauty and power of the prose and the story more than make up for them. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a well-written, engaging story.