by Michelle Houts
ages: 9-12
First sentence: “The arena glowed in the summer night.”
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One of the most told stories in fiction is the one where a kid — boy or girl — has something to prove (to theirself or others), and overcomes odds (no matter how small) and trials in order to achieve what they set out to do. This story — about a girl on a northern Indiana cattle farm — is really no different. Libby Ryan wants to prove — to herself and her dad — that she can she can raise and show steers as well as her older brother did. She has to overcome her insecurities, figure out how to raise the two steers she’s chosen, learn how to show the steer properly, and — most of all — learn how to let go.
Initially, it seems like a fairly trite story, and in some ways it is: part of the conflict is some cardboard cut-out baddies in the form of three uber-shallow Darling sisters. There were times when the Darlings seemed to serve little or no purpose, except to show that prissy girls shouldn’t be in the cattle showing racket.
That said, it’s a good cow book. Michelle Houts has a genuine affection for the country and the people who work the land, as well as for the animals, and it shows. The animals are not just background or plot devices, but actual characters: living, breathing entities, with personalities that you, as a reader, come to understand and cheer for. The language she uses to describe the cows — “beautiful eyes, framed so perfectly by those long, wispy lashes” and “cheerful enthusiasm” and “playfully wrapped his long, rough tongue around my hand”– shows that Houts not only knows cows, but has a genuine affection for them.
If it sounds like a book only 4H people would love, it isn’t. Yeah, it’s about ranching and farming and small towns (and maybe I liked it because I have all of that in some form or other in my history), it’s also because it is about accomplishing something difficult and learning how to do the hard things in life.
Which is something everyone can relate to.
We just went to our county fair. My mom lamented that one of the things she misses the most about not living on a farm is the cows. She treated them as her pets.
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It's good to know that it's not just a cow book. I think that's the impression I would have gotten just from reading a description of it. I grew up around sheep farms, and the only interaction I've ever had with cows was a sleepover at a friend's house once – she had to get up at the crack of dawn to take care of them and we tagged along. Nice review!
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