Last month I re-read “Where the Red Fern Grows” by Wilson Rawls.  I don’t recall the first time I read it, but did remember enjoying it immensely.

It’s the story of a boy who grows up near the Ozark mountains, way out in the hills.  At a very young age he finds himself in love with the idea of having hunting dogs.  His family is poor, and cannot afford them.  He spends many days and months pining for them and pleading with his parents, to no avail.  Eventually he becomes infatuated with the idea of saving for them and spends all his time collecting any spare money he can by working xand saving.

In a few years, he has finally saved enough to purchase the dogs and does so through his grandfather, who owns a local store.  After getting the dogs, he spends his time training them and eventually hunting. The rest of the book is mostly different tales from his time with his dogs, including an hunt where they compete against other teams.

Without spoiling too much, the book does an excellent job explaining some of the intricacy of living out in the countryside versus the city, the lives many people live outside of communities, and how a young boy spends his time.  It reminded me of growing up, though my life wasn’t really like the boy Billy, the time you have and the freedom from a consistent job and other aspects of life are pretty representative.

This is really a heartwarming story and something I’d recommend a great deal, especially if you’re looking for something a little more uplifting–who couldn’t use something like that today?