where the red fern grows

My relationship to WTRFG is similar to that of many 16 year old girls to their boyfriends: I don’t care if it makes me cry, it’s my favorite.

It’s got everything. Human struggle and perseverance rewarded with fuzzy friends, a mysterious and gentle god, deep forest scenes across many seasons of change both internal and external to the story. Dawgs. Rascals. Gauntlets. Tragedy. If it’s not a perfect book to you, you’re wrong.