It's been too long since I posted on this blog but I have an excuse. I'm determined, despite the stack of books on my desk to be read and reviewed, to finish Truman by David McCullough. It's nearly 1,000 pages in my paperbound copy but it is simply too good to keep putting aside in favor of reading a short book I've committed to review.
Truman's background as a farm boy in Missouri makes me nostalgic, although I lived in the capital of Illinois rather than on a farm. Still people in the Midwest are a special kind of folks. Actually I can usually tell if someone I've met is from the Midwest. Can't put my finger on why exactly except that most of us are friendly and open and down to earth. Sometimes I can even tell if a fellow blogger grew up in the Midwest.
I'm about 200 pages from the end so it shouldn't be long and then expect raves. McCullough could make mud interesting, but in Harry Truman he has a subject worthy of his storytelling style of book writing.
See you soon.