How can I write a review to do this justice? For truly if ever there was a book written by the hand of God this is it. Writing so beautiful it'll make your heartstrings quiver. Yet I hear the detractor, the philistine, "It's verbose and boring". No, no, no! They simply do not have the ability to appreciate that which is fine, give it a chance. It may take you a while to get used to its rhythm and cadence, but please it is worth it.
The early stages perfectly set the scene for what is to follow, as we delve into the lives of the crofter folk, circa Scotland 1914. Religion and hard graft to the fore Gibbon gives you a tangible sense of place, the soil in your hands and the wind in your hair, so specific and accurate he is with words. And yet the story flows, never to my mind spending over long describing that which does not matter, never far from the narrative of the changing Chris Guthrie, who despite all others evolves a deepening sense of self, aware of lifes limitations but never completely bound by them, though her love of the land at times holds sway. It is this sense of self that is threatened with the outbreak of war, and truly, well into the book by now, the full force and effect of the books early stages comes into play. You've fallen in love with Kinraddie,the setting, its days and ways, its rich and varied characters, the land, the times, far removed from modern living, seeing as Chris does virtue in their lives, and...well, I'll not ruin it for you. Do not let my enthusiasm put you off. Do not let this limited review put you off. Please read this book. Its Scottishness does not detract from the glory of it, but adds, greatly, to the world of literature. Indeed may Gibbon be known world-wide for truly he is, in this book at least, in league with the greatest.