It’s like a good Western movie from start to
finish. The hero leaves town to find his true self, others get the hero in
trouble, he narrowly escapes, he gets himself in trouble because of a woman, he
narrowly escapes, he then looks back at his life, learns his lessons, and rides
on.
Despite being really rather predictable
overall, this is a great book. The section set in the prison is as good,
impressive, and nerve-wracking as it gets. Yet, in spite of all this, I pretty
much refuse to read the other books of the Border
Trilogy, at least for the time being, and why? Simply because I am afraid
they’ll be virtually identical to All the
Pretty Horses, and the magic of this book for me will be lost.
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