Text is free of previous owner's markings. I Loved hearing all the stories about the farm and the animals. And, then she gets an 'itch' to own a farm!! Shipped Weight: Under 1 kilo. It was a page turner for me. It should be noted he only gets more and more indulgent about acquiring pets.
I lived on Eleventh Street, the last house on the right,in South Side, a gentrified old mill town on the banks of the Monongahela River. Where in the world was this coming from' That's what I wondered. The book is peppered with wonderful characters, Ms Laskas neighbors who come to her rescue over and over and broaden her perception of life. A person who wore her hair in long braids, used Ivory soap, and liked to stencil her walls with pictures of little chickens and cows. It might have made sense if I was a miserable person, sick of my life. Fifty Acres and a Poodle is a charming and surprisingly poignant memoir of Jeanne Marie Laskas's first year on Sweetwater Farm.
A dream she would discover was about something more profound than that. I am greatful to Ms. It might have made sense if I was a miserable person, sick of my life. It was also a story of hope and loss. Also the mule, the horse, the ladybugs, and even the invasive multiflora briars. A groundhog a good six times bigger than Marley's head.
I felt all the emotions she rode and could relate to, care about and connect to her, despite our actual real life polar positions. And I had a farm dream, a fantasy swirling around in my head about moving to the country. Frequently I skipped too far and missed some of the good stuff. I have known the Joe Crowleys and the Billys and the Toms and the Georges. It is a journey peopled by unforgettable characters: Billy, the local contractor who bulldozes her briars, takes her shopping for tractors, and advises her on buying a mule; Tim, the FedEx driver whose truck becomes Marley's obsession and nearly his downfall; the local hunters who present her with an entire wardrobe of blaze-orange hats; and Bob the cat, whose valiant fight for life gives her the courage to love.
The farm and all the people she and Alex befriend come to life as if they are your own neighbors, and the idea of owning a farm doesn't seem as foreign as it might have before. Just then Marley leaps like a windup toy to his feet. The author, Jeanne Marie Laskas, takes the reader on a journey that is unforgettable. This particular edition is in a Paperback format. It could have been a sailing-a-boat-to-Tahiti dream, a quit-your-job-and-hitchhike-to-Alaska dream. This first book takes the Lord's name in vain several too many times, but hardly at all in the following books. It's hard to say how a dream forms.
This pretty-as-a-picture-postcard farm with an Amish barn, a chestnut grove, and breathtaking vistas is real. Fifty Acres And A Poodle The place is almost too perfect to be believed, but there it is: a pretty-as-a-picture-postcard farm, with an Amish barn, a chestnut grove, and vistas so beautiful, they take her breath away. Soon he is taking one giant leap into the brush, and before any of us know what is happening, he is swinging back around, like a gymnast that can both lunge and spin at the same time. When they did, the actuality of suddenly being responsible for 50 acres was kind of overwhelming. Fifty Acres and a Poodle is a charming and surprisingly poignant memoir of Jeanne Marie Laskas's first year on Sweetwater Farm. Her writing style is distractingly glib and with a repetitious cadenc, humor sometimes funny sometimes just looking down her nose too much, but the underlying story is a good one.
He seems as out of place on the farm as Jeanne Marie and Alex. Against a backdrop of brambles, a satellite dish, and sheep, she tells a tender, touching, and hilarious tale about life, love, and the unexpected complications of having your dream come true. What follows is sometimes hilarious, entertaining and so true to life when you don't know what you are doing, like cranking an old tractor, clearing land, finding out the 'booms' you are hearing are really hunters and so on. And I had a farm dream, a fantasy swirling around in my head about moving to the country. The best part of this book was the cover. I finished it on saturday. I quickly bought the second book which continues their story.
That's really my only complaint and is the reason I gave it 4 stars instead of 5. A farm dream would have made sense, I supposed, if I was at least the farm dream type. But the scenery with which they fell in love is not quite like the scenery in postcards. You also will find yourself laughing and crying with the story. This pretty-as-a-picture-postcard farm with an Amish barn, a chestnut grove, and breathtaking vistas is real. A dream of fleeing her otherwise happy urban life for fresh air and open space. Over my Christmas break, I read a number of good books including Dennis Lehane's Mystic River and Barbara Kingsolver's Prodigal Summer.