I have probably read this book about three times and it is always good. Just like The Andy Griffith Show or I Love Lucy. Always entertaiing. Never going sour.
Mr. Herriot writes down to earth yet descriptively and you find yourself reading and reading and reading. Then when you look up from the pages you wonder where the time has flown and did the sun actually set? It's no wonder since you have been transported to Darrowby helping this country vet deliver lambs, calves, stitch up dogs and wrestle ornery cats. You feel as if you have been there with James as he placates yet another old farmer who knows better than you how to castrate his bull and tells you so while he leisurely leans up against the fence and puffs on his pipe filled with aromatic tobacco.
James weaves every story with humour and each chapter is its own tale.
James weaves every story with humour and each chapter is its own tale.
You want to breathe the air he is breathing and have a pint at the end of the day in the nearest pub. It's a sad day or evening when you read the last page and have to close the book, putting it back on the shelf to await another good read in about a year or two.
Thank you, James.
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