Melody Murray's Books

The interesting thing about this book was Kimball's point of view, which is never more than 5 feet distant from the muck. This is not some soft-focus, romantic tale (though if that's what you are looking for, see my recent review of The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels -- A Love Story) but rather a book wherein you find yourself up close with the author, smelling the contents of a gored bull's wound for intestinal spillage, and when she finds it, knowing there's about to be a gunshot. Farming for the realist, let's say. There was a lot of hard work in this book and very little about the business model of the farm, which is to provide the total nutritional requirements for each of its subscribers every year. It's a model I find really intriguing, and one I'd like to read more about. I think Kimball's husband teeters on the edge of madness/genius/madness, and he was interesting to read about. I get that Kimball is way too busy to write about everything, and the memoir she wrote is interesting- it's just not enough. It could have been much more compelling if there had been more, um, meat.A very enjoyable book, but certainly not one for the squeamish.