My favorite read for August 2021

My favorite read for August 2021

Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder

Book Review

My favorite read for August of 2021 is Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder, a biography of the author written by Caroline Fraser in 2018.  Since I have read so much about Wilder, I picked this up out of obligatory devotion to my idol, rather than to get information.  I was pleasantly surprised by how much I learned. While this is a biography of Wilder, it’s more than that. It’s the story of an entire generation of pioneers that shaped our country. Not only did I learn information about the Ingalls and Wilder families; I learned a great deal about the lives of all western pioneers.  Historical biographies can be tough reads. Sometimes authors are so caught up in the factual information that the biographies read more like a professional journal than a narrative. However, Fraser interweaves the history of American Frontier and Wilder’s life in an engaging manner which kept turning the page. The book shows deep respect for Wilder, while also presenting her as a real person who has flaws.

My Tribute to Laura Ingalls Wilder

Aside from people I’ve actually met, Wilder is arguably the greatest influence in my life. She’s the writer I credit with making me a lifelong reader. That being said, I completely understand why she has come under criticism in recent years. Even as a little girl growing up in the 1980’s, I could see the racial insensitivity of her books. In addition,  it’s now been proven that, despite her insistence that the books were true, certain parts simply could not have happened the way she wrote them.   Then there’s the debate over how much of the novels were actually written by Rose Wilder Lane. There are many cracks in my idols image, but I accept them while still appreciating her contributions to the world. Reading Prairie Fires made me look closer at what those accomplishments were.

Little House in the Big Woods was first published in 1932. As a child, that date wouldn’t have met much to me, other than it was a long time ago. But, what I now realize is that, in the middle of The Great Depression, she became a successful children’s author.  People were struggling to put food on the table, and still chose to buy her books. Those books took an otherwise nonconsequential family and made them as familiar as the world leaders, inventors and celebrities of the same time period.

I still remember exactly where I was sitting the day my American History professor pointed out that Charles Ingalls was a failure. It wasn’t so much that he was a failure that hit me, as the fact that I hadn’t seen it. His crops failed year after year,  he kept moving his family from place to place and never seemed to quite make ends meet. I knew this, but somehow it never occurred to me that he never really did get ahead. He was Laura’s hero, and therefore mine. Charles Ingalls and Almanzo Wilder worked hard their entire lives, with minimal return. (This is no fault of their own, Prairie Fires clearly explains that the farmers were doomed to fail).They were both good people, who treated their wives and daughters with respect rarely given to women in their time. They deserve to be heroes.  But, chances are not one person living today would know either name if Laura hadn’t become a writer. The Ingalls and Wilder families are the faces for every forgotten pioneer who devoted their lives to God, the land and their families. Laura Ingalls Wilder gave her beloved family immortality. That is the power of books.

If you liked this book I also recommend:

The Selected Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder Edited by William Anderson

The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie by Wendy McClure

My journey in books

It all started with a dirty dog named Harry. Before I could read myself, I loved hearing stories. Mom always read me a book before I went to bed each night: Mother Goose, Amanda and Oliver Pig, a volume of Sesame Street books that arrived monthly just to name a few. But Harry the Dirty Dog was my favorite. My favorite page was when Harry, now a black dog with white spots, does tricks in an attempt to prove his identity, but the family still doesn’t recognize him. Harry was just the beginning.

Once I was able to read myself, I started reading chapter books. I remember laughing aloud at the antics of Ramona Quimby and Fudge Hatcher.  So, while  Harry taught me to love stories, Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary taught me to love reading.

 Then, Laura Ingalls Wilder turned me into a person who defines herself as a reader. The Little House books were the first books I truly fell in love with and I was hooked for life. I was the teenager whose family had to make pit stops on vacations to buy more books. I was always reading multiple books at once, and with minimal prompting could probably tell you plots of books I read thirty years ago. The majority of my teen reading was teen angst-type novels. I flew through Linda A. Cooney’s Freshman Dorm series faster than she could write them.

My reading shifted in college. With all the required reading, I didn’t have much time for pleasure reading. However, while the quantity decreased, the quality of my reading increased. The girl across the hall freshman year introduced me to Jane Austen and Jane Eyre, my favorite classics. Even if she didn’t turn out to be one of my best friends, she would hold a special spot in my heart just for that. In addition to Austen and the Brontës, I read through a list of classics from the university library. I was now an adult reader.

Once I graduated college and was teaching, I acquainted myself with newer children’s and young adult literature. Everyone was talking about the Harry Potter series, so I decided to read book one with my summer school class. I devoured the next books, then had to wait for the next one to be completed. Later, colleagues were appalled when I described the fantastic new book I had read about children in an arena trying to kill each other called The Hunger Games.

So, I went along for several years, reading popular children’s books and  frequenting the local library to find new releases that piqued my interest. Then my friend (the same one who introduced me to Austen and Eyre) changed my life again. She told me she’d signed up to the websites goodreads and paperbackswap. I soon followed. Thanks to goodreads lists I was aware of authors and genres I didn’t even know existed, and thanks to paperbackswap I could get them for the price of postage.

Now I’m in a new phase of reading. The reader/writer phase. You read enough books, and you start to think: how hard could it be to write one?  (spoiler: it’s really hard).  As I write more myself, I have a whole new appreciation of the authors’ craft as I read. Because no matter how much I enjoy writing, there’s nothing like reading a well written book. If I ever do get published, it’ll be in part thanks to a dog who didn’t want to take a bath.

Favorite reads of 2021

Note: this is based on books I read each month, not release dates.

January: Book of Lost Names by Kristen Harmel

February: Recursion by Blake Crouch

March: Royal by Danielle Steel

April: Raven Black (Shetland Island Bk. 1) by Anne Cleeves

May: Sweet Tea and Sympathy by Molly Harper

June: The Library Book by Susan Orlean

July: The Last Train to Key West by Chanel Cleeton

August: Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder by Caroline Fraser

September: The Bookstore on the Beach by Brenda Novak

October: The Survivors by Jane Harper

November: The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See

December: Dial “A” for Aunties by Jesse Q. Suntanta

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