The Egg and I

Oooo, I just finished my delicious book, 'The Egg and I' by Betty MacDonald. I admit, I am on a Betty MacDonald kick and I might continue the streak. I loved this book...most of it anyway. It was very harsh on Native Americans...I suppose it was part of the times, but hard to swallow anyway, but for the most part it was witty, interesting, hilarious in parts, and smartly old-fashioned. The book chronicles Betty MacDonald's life on a chicken ranch on the Olympic Peninsula. She lives the life of a regular farm wife...stoking 'Stove', canning, gardening, sewing, washing, bearin' a babe, and visiting with the colorful neighbors on the Mountain. She has lots and lots of gripes, but I think somewhere deep down inside she loves it...more than someone who was born into that kind of life would...she's from a cultured city family and I think she appreciates the 'hard life' and all of its quaintness, where others wouldn't...despite the fact that she complains the whole time. In fact, the book is really one big long complaint, but for some reason it's brimming with positivity and charm.