"Where the Red Fern Grows" by Marilyn Hoff Hansen
Idaho Fall, ID Library
"The blue tick hound was like the Pritchards, mean and ugly" by Israel Sanchez
caroleodell: Watching "Where the Red Fern Grows" and trying not to cry. <Impossible>
Bananaelf: Where the red fern grows is such a good book. I admit it I cried :)
D_Penderhughes: Haven't read a good one since six grade (Where the Red Fern Grows) great book....sad rite lol
I daresay that the visual representations are much more demonstrative of the emotional intensity and depth of Where the Red Fern Grows. To almost everyone with whom I discuss the book (which is a lot of people these days), I mentioned, "It is incredible. I tear up all the time." But really, who cares? It's a sad story, but it is so much more than that. Sometimes what we see and what we feel when we engage with the book is impossible to put into words. Sometimes images just do it better. I don't know my exact direction, but I want to look more into this. Why is other art so much more capable of describing literature than literature itself.