The Red Pony

I just finished reading The Red Pony, by John Steinbeck. It was a very satisfying little book. I would love to recommend it to my son, but I have learned that the surest way to disinterest him in something (i.e. a book) is for me to suggest it to him. [sigh]

Any strategies out there to combat this phenomenon?

I eagerly await your wisdom. In the meantime, I will share with you a little quote. It is short. It may not strike you the way it struck me. That's okay. I think its poignancy is somewhat lost out of context. But anyway.... Just picture a 10-year-old boy growing up on a ranch in northern California around the 1930s. The boy has been given a responsibility and a promise and is setting off to complete his task with a sense of earnestness and importance.

The warm morning sun shone on Jody's back so sweetly that he was forced to take a serious stiff-legged hop now and then in spite of his maturity.

That's all. Just felt like sharing a tiny tidbit. Now it is on to Anne of Green Gables.