I want to like Sinclair Ross, but an entire book of short stories by him has only cemented the realization that all of his writing is the same. The first story was good, the second alright, but by the third and onward it's all repetition: farm life is hard, farm life is really hard, women aren't steadfast, horses are pretty, farm life is hard. I finished it and went to play Harvest Moon, where farm life consists of watering plants every morning, picking up ducks and setting them down again, and bribing townspeople with herbal tea to love me. I wonder if I'm supposed to feel guilty as I pick shining strawberries and romance bobble-headed boys in fancy jackets.
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