I don’t talk about it a whole lot here, but I actually love to read. And I love it even more now that it’s cold and crisp outside. Sure, I’m a fan of a good beach read as much as the next girl, but there is something so comforting about curling up next to the fire with a mug of coffee and a good book while the weather is cold and blustery outside. Even better if it’s a book that makes you think. A book that inspires you. A book that changes the way you see the world.
The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball did that for me. I loved this book. As in, I plowed through it with the kind of complete disregard for time that I normally reserve for young adult supernatural books (yes, I’m one of those people). It’s easy to see why I loved this story so much. It’s about a young city-dwelling, sophisticated woman who is given an assignment to interview a young farmer. Love connection, boom. Suddenly she’s packed up all of her things and farming 500 acres of land with barely any experience, barely any savings and a brand spankin’ new relationship.
The love story is charming, but the romance wasn’t want made me love this book. I drooled over the amazing, tactile descriptions of food (even when she talking about eating bull’s testicles and pig’s blood) and I loved all the descriptions of the hard work they did. Owning and running a farm is such a romantic idea, but the author did a really great job of showing that that romanticism comes along with a giant dose of the hardest work you’ll ever do.
Of course, I really related with the story. We don’t have 500 acres here, but we do have 10. 10 with fertile soil and sunshine and water and we have able bodies to do hard work to produce food. This book has me dreaming of maybe one day starting our own CSA or small farmer’s market stand. We’re never going to be able to provide a whole-diet to 100 people like the author does (meat, milk, eggs, produce, syrup, grain), but we might be able to hook a handful of people up with some from specialities from the earth of The Broken Plow.