Now that I've actually read it, I would say this was a desperately depressing and probably starkly realistic book. I wonder if we're related to any of those Ozark folk? Some cousin on Dad's side once bought a resort in the Ozarks. Do you remember going out there with Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Barbaline? They made me ride with them because I was car sick and they thought the air conditioning, which they had and we didn't, would help. It didn't. I did not, however, puke in their lovely car.
I don't remember the "resort" at all. It was, I believe, owned by our cousin David, one of the grown-up cousins, Carolyn's brother. I think they were Uncle Dale's kids with his first wife, but I couldn't swear to it.
Anbody else remember this trip?
Anyway, I couldn't say I liked Winter's Bone, but it was moving and believable. Even if we don't want that kind of reality in the good ole' US of A, it's here. In that sense it reminded me of the hometown "underbelly," the seedier side of life there. But, thank God, there is a brighter side as well, and I didn't see any brighter side in the book. Except Ree herself, who had pretty much admitted defeat by the end. She'd be "ok," but she wasn't getting out.
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