I had intended to write about this book I had read a few days back- All creatures, great and small by James Herriot. A very simple book but some kind of an implicit message in each story. I had started the book with a little apprehension, it being gifted and hoping to like it for the sake of the person who gave it. By Jove, I liked it and would have liked it even it was to be given by some arbit person down the road.
The small things in life, which gets one so much of happiness, which people search everywhere. The vet comes to this small village as an apprentice with a lot of questions in his mind. And by the last page of the book, he settles beautifully, married and as a partner at the same village. Along his journey, he meets some great people, very diverse in nature and culture from the people he has met before in the city. The simple lifestyle with the animals being a part of their families and the love they show towards an outsider reminds me of Mom, who will take care of some even the constable’s comfort who had come for election duty. The life at small places is so very uncomplicated. Each call in Herriot’s day brings a new experience. The house itself, not devoid of experiences, each day in the village bringing something to look forward to.
Now, not knowing how to review books or to pass comments on the writing style, I would just say that it gives a very simple pleasant reading.
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