I’m doing this in installments!

OK, jaw-dropping response to my Q&A! Here’s installment #1 of answers, in no particular order. If I skipped yours, that does not mean I’m ignoring it, more to come…..

Shoes or barefoot?
When you pal around with beasts that weigh in well over 1000 pounds, it’s best you wear boots.

Your life seems so ideal and wholesome, do you have any “guilty pleasures”?
I read gossip blogs. It’s social research! Naw, it’s just a guilty pleasure….
As for wholesome, in real life I have the vocab of a sailor, I just try to keep it off the blog. In fact, that was the scariest part of being a substitute teacher ~ I was absolutely petrified I’d let a few f-bombs fly in front of a class full of innocent small-town fifth graders….

Are you content with having solely animal companions? Do you ever wish there were more humans in your activities? Or is internet contact fulfilling enough?
O.O And there I type my first bug-eye emoticon. I have wonderful humans in my life ~ I just don’t blog about them, respect for their privacy and all that.

I have a coyote howl question. I’ve lived in coyote areas all my life, heard and seen them passing through, taking up residence, pups and all, I have heard them howl and yowl and yap and scream, but one night i heard one say the weirdest thing and i have always wondered what that was about! It was one of those silent dark nights, there wasn’t any noise from wind or barn animals or dogs, cars or people. i stopped just to soak in the stillness. Suddenly from nearby there was a monotoned note, a long low coyote howl. It was just one note and it sounded very forced, not frolicky or excited like they usual sound. No other coyotes answered or joined in. i knew it was not a dog because it started with a tiny bit of the coyote high squeal they usually do. It sure puzzled me as to what was going on. It sounded a bit menacing but also a bit sad. After it stopped there was a long silence….and then all at once all the dogs in the area began to bark!! So often they never bark at coyote howlings, so they too recognized it as something different. My husband gave me your book when it first came out, it was so wonderful to read about your dear sweet Charlie!!! I thought, you of all people might know what emotion, activity or event might have been marked by that expression!
I think you heard a wolf. I’ve only heard a wolf howl once but it was exactly as you describe, and coyotes won’t answer a wolf.

What aspects, if any, of living in a more urban setting do you miss?
Restaurants ~ the diverse menus, the little low-light haunts. A hundred different bars to suit whatever mood you happen to be in, all non-smoking. The anonymity, being able to go somewhere where nobody knows your name. Art openings. Riding in elevators. I get to ride an elevator maybe once every 2 or 3 years.

Have you been doing any more medium format work? Any experiences with the equipment to share?
I haven’t ~ I don’t have anywhere to print, so I haven’t felt driven to shoot negs because it would drive me crazy to just loupe them! I have a Mamiya RZ67 and I love it so much.

Are yeh freezen yer arse off up there yet?
It’s coming….

How much wood do you lay by for winter – two cords or more?
ha ha ho ho…. about 11 cords between Mike and me.

Catch me up on your total critter count.
15: Eli, Charlie, Ranger, Chloe, Daisy, Sir Baby, Rue, Kettle, Mushy, Frisco, Flicka, Star, Fiona, Star Baby, Maia. And Fiona and Daisy are both pregnant, so two more on the way, in March and June, respectively!

Is there anything you still wish to have/accomplish in your life or are you content now as is?
I am content but not content in that way! There’s tons more I want to do and am working on and tons I haven’t thought of yet.

Weren’t you promising us a pic of your short hair? :-)
Yes! But then I realized I liked the fact that no one “out there” could really conjure my head since my hair changed so drastically. So I haven’t. Sorry!

Why I’m Not Vegetarian (or Vegan)

It’s certainly not for lack of caring about animals. But before I get into details ~
I have noticed, over the years, that conversations about food and diet often veer into a similar realm as those about politics or religion. I don’t want that to happen here or in the comment section. I’m often asked how I can care so deeply for the cows and calves we raise and still eat meat ~ in answering that here, I am simply sharing my choices and what works for me; I’m not trying to “convert” anybody. I think every body has different needs and there is no “one size fits all” when it comes to diet.

Onward! I was really naive about food until I turned 26. I didn’t particularly care about food ~ it was not a priority in my life and I just ate whatever. I thought food was food, that all food was pretty much fine, because why would they have commercials on TV for Big Macs if they were bad for you? Naive.

Then I became devastatingly ill, to the point where I had to sit on the bathroom floor to brush my teeth because I didn’t have the energy to stand at the sink, and was battling an unyielding depression. It took me six months to discover the root was gluten intolerance and when I cut gluten out of my diet, all the horrible symptoms and effects disappeared. That period of illness was the worst six months of my life and it was the best thing that happened to me. Because everything changed. I realized that what I put into my body affected how I feel and how I function. I started paying attention to my body and I started paying attention to food.

I went vegan for a bit, but soon realized my body functions best with animal protein. It’s just the way it is with me. Some people thrive on a vegan diet and I didn’t. And so I began incorporating raw organic milk and cheese and grass-finished pasture-raised beef back into my diet, all of which I could buy in stores as I was living in San Francisco at the time.

These choices regarding animal products, however, were not rooted in altruism; they were totally self-centered. Since I had discovered that food = health and health = power, I wanted the animal protein I was eating to be as pure and natural as possible ~ when you eat meat, eggs, or dairy, you consume what the animal consumed, and factory-raised products are filled with antibiotics, hormones, and unhealthy fats because of the conditions in which the animals are raised.

Yet in my research surrounding this, I began learning about the absolute horrors of commercial farming and that is when I became passionate about the animals. I vowed that if I was going to eat an animal, I would make sure that animal never spent time in a feedlot or factory farm; that the animal’s life was as happy and peaceful as possible before that life was surrendered for mine.

I don’t ignore the fact that an animal dies so that I may eat meat. I don’t take it lightly. But to reconcile that fact, I have to know the animal had the happiest, most stress-free life possible and the quickest, most stress-free death possible. I eat elk that Mike hunts, because he hunts with a rifle and is so skilled that the animals he takes are dead before they fall. I also eat the beef that we raise, because I know the animal’s life was good, that it was loved and free, and I am with it till the end. There’s no feedlot, no slaughterhouse, just a trip down the dirt road to a small USDA-certified processor run by a woman who is smart and kind.

Because I am so adamantly against the industries of terror and abuse that are conventional farming, I haven’t eaten chicken in ten years, and I only eat eggs from Mike’s chickens (when they stop laying I go without) and dairy from Daisy (when she dries off for two months before each calf I go without). I feel really lucky to be so “close to the source” via my life in Wyoming. But it’s an ongoing process ~ just the other day I realized my favorite gluten-free bread which I buy upon occasion is made with eggs, and these are very likely factory-farmed eggs. So I switched to a different brand of bread that is vegan and gluten free.

Going back to the original question, how can I invest so much care in a orphan calf, or keep a hypothermic calf in my house, when I know it’s going to die anyway? Because I love each calf. Because I have so much respect for these animals and am so grateful for them. I will live in service to them because I know they will die in service to me. And in the meantime, I want their lives to be filled with respect and freedom and peace.

This is kind of a stream of consciousness blog post and I’m sure there are points I glossed over or points I may have missed, so please leave any questions you may have in the comment section and I will answer them. I can anticipate one question: How can I feel so strongly against feedlots and yet help raise calves that are sent off to that torture? I don’t. We don’t. But that is another long story which I will save for another day.

Truly Easy Homemade Cheese

Ten years ago, I read a profile in The New Yorker about a cheesemaking nun. I have always remembered the piece, the accompanying photograph (just found it online!), and the profound feeling it left me with: I was like, that’s what I want to be when I grow up.

I’ve now taken the first step down that path. I have made my first cheese.
(I don’t count my previous failures as cheese. They were failures.)

Cheese, on the one hand, is complicated and intimidating. On the other hand, it is simple and intuitive. I’m quite certain that milk wants to become cheese. Through my failures, I have realized the most important part about making good cheese is to take it slow. Respect the milk. DO NOT RUSH THE MILK. And the cheesemaking books never tell you this, at least not the ones I’ve read. And the cheesemaking websites act like you must shell out hundreds of dollars on specialty supplies if you wish to make cheese. Not so. A basic stainless steel pot will do the job just fine, or, in a pinch, a calf’s stomach ~ people have been making cheese for thousands of years, long before fancy accoutrements existed.

Last year, I tried to follow the rules and ended up with so many cheese failures that I had given up. But when I started milking Daisy again last week, and found that familiar surplus overtaking my fridge ~ multiple gallons of milk that we couldn’t possibly drink ~ I decided to try again. I needed something simple and gentle and intuitive to ease me back onto the cheese path. In a case of perfect timing, I was inspired by this post on a blog I enjoy. Since I only had fresh milk on hand, I altered her technique just slightly and the results are incredible.

OK! On to the cheese!
It starts with one gallon of milk.

This is fresh milk from my cow. This particular gallon is the equivalent of whole milk; I placed the pink tab at the cream line in case it didn’t show up in the photo. If you’re using store-bought milk, I think using 2% and maybe even nonfat would be fine, though I’ve not tested it out. You certainly don’t have to start with a gallon. For my first batch I used half a gallon of milk but Mike and I loved the resulting cheese so much I went for a gallon this time.

You will also need a pot and a spoon and a lemon and a thermometer.
That’s it.

I plugged my hot plate into an extension cord and brought it outside because it was a beautiful day and I prefer being outdoors.

Pour the milk into the pot, cover, and set over low to medium-low heat. LOW TO MEDIUM LOW. Stir the milk every now and then; I found that just rocking the pot with the lid on did the job well. Heat the milk to 170-175 degrees Farenheit. This takes a long time at medium low heat; I timed this batch and it took close to an hour. However, do not rush this part. If you do, your cheese will be gummy and flavorless.

Once your milk reaches a temperature of 170-175 degrees, squeeze the juice of a lemon into a cup and slowly pour it into the milk while stirring. When I used a half gallon of milk, I used the juice of half a lemon (about 3 Tablespoons) and with a gallon of milk, I used a whole lemon.

Almost immediately after adding the lemon juice to the milk, it will separate into curds and whey.

At this point, take the pot off the heat and let it sit for a few minutes just to give the curds time to separate from the whey.

Scoop the curds into a bowl; you could also pour through a tight strainer. I just spoon the curds into a bowl and then mash them with the slotted spoon to press out any remaining whey. At this point, you can add salt, herbs, garlic, whatever you fancy. Just mix it in to the curds and taste as you go.

And this is cheese! You could put it in a square of cheese cloth (not the whispy kind; real cheese cloth has a tighter weave, like flour sack cotton) and hang it to drain all the whey for a harder cheese, but I just mash out whatever whey I can, then pack the soft cheese into pint jars. The miniscule amount of remaining whey does not adversely affect the cheese, and I noticed it fully integrates back into the curds and kept it soft and creamy.

One gallon of milk makes two pint jars of cheese. It stores well in the fridge and the consistency is amazing and hard to describe – it’s dense but spreadable and creamy. I like it with a little pink himalayan salt mixed in, spread on toast with fresh ground pepper on top. Try it – and leave a note in the comments telling us how it went! It’s really easy. And REALLY good.

I have the answers!

OH MY! Questions came hard and fast.
And fun. Here you go:

Do you have a favorite holiday tradition?
Easter egg hunts.

Gonna stay in Wyoming? Or do you intend to move elsewhere at some point?
I have stopped trying to predict the future.

Do you prefer cake or pie?
PIE!!!

Does mike like fruity/food smelling candles like most other guys out there?
He DOES like fruity/food smelling candles! I HATE them. I only like beeswax candles.

I’m wondering if you’re up to finishing your the story about the stalker…
Yes. It’s coming.

Do you prefer a western saddle with a smooth leather seat or with the suede seat?
I love the look of a smooth leather seat but I use a barrel racing saddle, love them so much. And they seem to always have the suede seat.

Have you started working with your spinning wheel yet? And will you ever consider spinning alpaca fleece?
Not yet, hoping to start in January. My spinning mentor raises alpacas and I would love to spin their fleece ~ the Suri alpaca fleece is absolutely exquisite and I do believe that handspun Suri yarn is the epitome of luxury….

Do you find it easier now to buy gluten free products now that the public is so much more aware? Have you thought about another gluten-free living book?
Yes! It’s wonderful. My local groceries have now started carrying GF items just in the last year. Hooray! I’d love to do another GF cookbook – the first one was a really basic manual, essential in its own right, but I’d love to expand and share even more. Though there are so many more people doing it really well now, in both blogs and books… in 2004, when I wrote Eating Gluten Free, there were very few quality books and resources and recipes available.

Does music hold a significant place in your heart, and are there any die-hard favorite groups/artists whom you will love forever and always?
Yes, but not as significantly as it did when I was in my 20’s. I always had music on in my 20’s, but with Charlie’s arrival, I started listening to it less. And now I really love silence. It drives Mike crazy, my silent house! As far as listing favorites… too hard! Too much! And it changes with my mood.

What is your favorite thing to do during the evening?
It depends on the evening!

How often do you have guests from out-of-town come and stay with you or visit you?
Rarely.

Do you make your gifts or buy them, make your ornaments on the tree (if you have one)?
Make ’em both!

What is the meaning of life according to Shreve?
Live with honor.

Have you ever thought of brewing your own beer – as you are so gluten conscious?
I really don’t drink very often, so, no.

Have you ever had any side effects from your IUD? I remember reading that you have one, and I can’t find anyone else to ask… I’m considering getting one myself.
Cramps were way worse for the first few months. But that tapered off. And a few days of pain each month, for me, is a small price to pay for constant, worry-free, hormone-free birth control. IUD’s are the most common form of birth control worldwide – just not in America.

What did you do to celebrate your 16th birthday?
Lordy, Owen, what a way to make me feel old!! Ummmm….I honestly cannot remember. I do remember buying a car for myself the week before I turned 16. I started working when I was 14 in order to save enough by the time I was 16 to buy my own car. It was a bright red 1967 VW Bug. Loved that car.

If chloe, charlie, and eli could each write to santa and ask for something, what do you think those things would be?
I think they would all ask for 1,000 acres. And so would I!

I recently started drinking my coffee with honey in stead of sugar. Got the idea out of your book of course. Now everyone around me thinks I’m crazy – tea with honey, ok, but coffee, what the…?! I try to tell them how good it actually is (and so much more healthy than sugar of course), but no one is willing to give it a try. If not for reading this in your book more than once, I would have reacted the same as everyone else does.. So, here’s my Q: Did you invent the combination, or are we Europeans such a strange people?
I’ve never known anyone who takes honey in their coffee. I think I’m the strange one (but BRILLIANT!)

Would you consider raising cows as food? You seem very emotionally attached to them, and wonder if you could do this in the future.
This is one of those half-written posts ~ stay tuned!

If this was 1860, would you be a pony express rider?
Ha! Great Q. But I’ve never really thought about living in the 1800’s; I fantasize about living 10,000 years ago.

You’ve done so much. What are you most proud of?
DOING it. The act of doing. It’s easy to dream and it’s easy to talk; it’s harder to DO.

Who are some of your favorite artists?
If I could own one original work – any original work, money no object – it would be something from Michael Parkes.

Have you seen any aerial events in your time in areas of low light pollution? As an example,my mother & I one summer in 1951 were sleeping outside on an uncovered second floor porch in Rosebud,SD. We enjoyed watching shooting stars, IDing constellations etc. Once we saw a silent explosion. It started as an expanding ball that turned red, purple & yellow. It burst into a hugh cloud that faded in a few minutes. We were never able to find out what it was.
Yes, once.

Is Charlie a cuddler?
Yes!

What types of food/meals do you most commonly eat? Do you make most of your food at Mike’s, or do you prepare simpler meals at your cabin?
I mostly cook here, either for myself or for the two of us, and Mike cooks at his house for himself or for the two of us! It depends on the season – in summer, I pretty much live off of smoothies made with kefir I make from Daisy’s milk and fresh fruit. In winter, elk stew is a mainstay….

What about the Gaucho with the green boots ? No more sighting of him in the blog ? Will Monsieur Ricardo run for Mayor on the farm ? Will Ellie settle down and marry feral Kitty girl ? Will Daisy knit a sweater for Frisco so he does not get sick anymore ? Will she get a new hat soon ? Will Mike finally turn around when you take his picture so we can check out the blue eyes? Will Charlie make his singing debut on a CD soon ? Will Chloe get pregnant ? When is the next video coming ? And I drank too much coffee again.
He works hard on his ranch, sightings are few and far between. But all your comments made his day! He’s a good guy. / Most definitely. / Doubtful, hes a bachelor, I think. / Ha! / Ha! / Don’t hold yer breath! / I’ve got something even better in the works. / No, she’s spayed. / Don’t hold yer breath!

What are the top places you’d recommend going to in Wyoming?
I’m terrible for these kind of recommendations – I only know the places around here and none of ’em have road signs or anything!

Do you have a favorite gluten-free food that you really miss?
I thank the gods that I was not living in NYC when I found I was gluten-intolerant. Giving up NYC pizza would have been too, too hard. Since I don’t live there I can pine for it but it’s a non-issue.

Has Charlie ever encountered other coyotes? If so, how did he respond?
Our one physical encounter is in the book! He’s never acknowledged the ones we hear howling nor has he ever howled back – it’s like he doesn’t know he’s related to them.

What’s going on new in your kitchen, Shreve?
A lot of nothing. I’m starving right now. Send me a casserole.

Can you get young (Thai) coconuts in Ten Sleep? i just got your wonderful cookbook, and found myself wondering that when i got to the carrot soup. There are none to be found here in the snowy mountains of British Columbia. Any suggestions for a substitute? ( i can definitely relate to someone who used the oven for general storage, by the way :) )
NO, darn it! I have actually contemplated the construction of a very, very tall greenhouse so that I might grow my own coconut palm. Oh, how I loved walking to Chinatown in SF and hauling home a bag of young coconuts to feast upon. For the recipe, you could use cow milk or cream or almond milk but it will not be as light as the original. And really, there is no substitute for a young coconut. Did you know you can get a blood transfusion with the water from young coconuts and live? Ah, they are wonderful….

I know Charlie isn’t a dog, but given the opinion of coyotes in your area, do you have any opinions on BSL (breed specific legislation)?
Don’t know anything about this so I can’t offer a real opinion, only that canines are like kids. Behaviour has so much to do with their environment, with the people around them, with the manner and degree of attention given to them, and their activities.

Do you have that longing to never leave the great wide open? Or, do you find a restlessness creeping into your heart as you get older . . . ?
Restlessness as I get older? HA. I’ve been restless since birth. But there are many ways to explore….

Do you ever want children?
Not of my own. But I’ll be taking my godson during his teenage years. His mother and I have already arranged it.

Favorite time of the day?
Dawn.

Once you’ll have learned to spin, will you try to spin Charlie’s “wool”?
But of course!

How do you eat marshmallows? Or radishes?
Burned, in layers. Raw, chomp chomp.

What is the origin of your name?
It’s a family last name. Some of you know Shreve & Co., purveyors of diamonds and fine silver in San Francisco; that was my great-great-great grandfather. His son lost the fortune and I grew up a pauper. But I would go in there as a kid and they would give me loads of their stationery since it had my name on it.

I’m not sure you’ll have an answer for my question, Shreve. When I read this post, my mind filled with a most vivid image: a meadow filled with the hardy plants of our desert state, but all green with the frantic quickening of spring. Rain has just gone through, and a late morning sun has burst through the clouds, turning the drops on each plant to emeralds and rubies and sapphires. It smells of water and fresh plants, and a hawk cries as it wheels in search of who might be venturing out for a drink. Here, right in front, is some tall and wild daisy, the flowers neither blue nor purple but some color between them, some with faces turned toward the sun holding all the secrets of life in amethyst mirrors, and others looking down as if to admire their glass slippers before the spell expires and they disappear. What does it mean? Why do your words here bring me such an out-of-season and unrelated vision? Why does it make me feel happy and hopeful?
Your vision comes from you. I’m just a catalyst.

What did you used to want to be when you grew up?
A panda scientist, a long haul trucker, a cowboy, and a pirate.

Left, right or ambindextrous?
I write really well in mirror writing. I once turned in a high-school essay written entirely in mirror writing. My teacher made me read it to the class.

What do you use to keep your face and the rest of your body moisturized in the harsh winter weather?
Ah! This is one of the half-written posts! Coming soon, I promise.

Have you finished Catching Fire and Mockingjay yet?
Yes! Loved the series. Your other questions were too much for my brain, even with numbers!

If you could only use one condiment for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Tamari sauce.

If you lived in Maine, what kind of car would you get?
Is this a trick question?

Did you EVER get the boots you wanted????
Not yet!

How do you deal w/the extreme coldness of winter, while still caring for everything on the farm?
Wool gets me out the door, then the exercise keeps me warm.

Knowing what you know now, what would you have done differently since moving to Ten Sleep?
I never think that way.

Does Charlie perhaps think he’s a dog? Or a cat, like Eli?
In a way, yes. He’s bonded with Eli and dogs and so he responds emotionally and verbally with them, not with coyotes.

What’s your favorite movie?
The Girl On The Bridge.

Knowing you love honey – have you ever heard of Manuka honey? It’s strictly from New Zealand where there are Tea Tree flowers. The honey is harvested from the bees who pollinate these flowers therefore it’s got natural antibiotic & healthful properties. Expensive but…
Loveeeee manuka! Love the word! (though all raw honey has natural antibiotic & healthful properties:)

When helping out with the beef cows, do you ever drool when seeing an especially muscular one that just looks tasty?
OK. To be perfectly honest, Baby made me drool when he was younger.

How would you describe your relationship with Mike now? Kids? Marriage?
We are so happy together. We’re partners in every sense of the word. Kids? No, see above; Mike has two daughters and I have never had the desire to have my own. And I highly doubt we will ever get married. Mike’s done it, it didn’t work, and he’s in no hurry to do it again; I’ve never wanted a wedding nor feel the need. I’m just missing that chip, I tell ya!

As you’re a fence- and home-builder and all-around handywoman, do you have a favorite tool; a screwdriver, utility knife, or claw hammer that you tend to carry around and use for lots of things?
I have knives stashed everywhere. Not a day goes by that I don’t reach for a knife for something or other.

What pets, if you had any, did you have before you moved to Ten Sleep? And how many siblings do you have?
I grew up with a dog and a cat and I have one sis!

Chloe and Charlie sing to you. Do you ever sing back? What are their/your favorite songs, or does it depend on the mood and the moment?
Well of course! We sing together, and I have sang to Charlie since the beginning. I always sing to him. They’re always made up songs basically describing whatever I or we are doing.

Where and how do you see yourself in 30 years?
See answer to question #2.

What is your best advice to those who want/need to allow themselves the freedom/courage to make major changes overcoming the fear that restrains them?
Life is pain. Life will always be hard, it will always break your heart. So you might as well be deliriously happy and challenged in the in-between times.

Thanks all!
Questions are closed for now.
Save ’em and I’ll do this again sometime.

Reading, Recharging

My late grandfather was a track star in his youth and he used to say to me, “If you don’t throw up after a race, you weren’t running as fast as you could have.”

Well, to use this as a metaphor, I hit the puking stage now that this summer is finally over (a story for another time). I’m not actively vomiting, no, but for the last four days I felt like vomit. Wholly, totally, and completely spent. In fact, I didn’t move from my lying-down position for three solid days and yesterday I did so only to milk Daisy and water my tomatoes.

I couldn’t bear to stay inside because the weather was too gorgeous, so I commandeered Mike’s bedroll (so comfortable) and spent the daylight hours sprawled out with Charlie, Chloe, and Eli, getting up only to drag the bedroll into the ever-rotating patches of shade.

And I read. I read tons – I think I averaged about 300-400 pages a day. So here’s my book report:

The Girl Who Played With Fire: This is the sequel to The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I liked Dragon Tattoo (I read it a while ago) and LOVED the Swedish film. This is the first instance ever where I prefer the film to the book; I even liked The Princess Bride (the book) more than the movie, and who doesn’t love that movie? So, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo: very good book, exquisite movie.

The Girl Who Played With Fire: an incredible book. I loooooved this book, thought it was so much better than the first – the plot was so much more dynamic, the author expertly juggled a number of characters, and Lisbeth…. god I love her. There’s a lot of Lisbeth in this book.

The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest: The third book of the series. If you like courtroom dramas, you’ll love this book. I liked it but didn’t love it, mainly because there was not enough Lisbeth action. I am, however, devastated that the author is dead. I want ten more books from him :( heartbreak…….

Fair Game: This is a story worth knowing. Even if you don’t read the book (it’s also a movie), find a copy and flip through it. Chills!! Simon & Schuster and the author, Valerie Plame Wilson, actually went to court against the CIA in order to get this book published.

Autobiography of Red: In my opinion, this is one of the most spectacular books on the planet. You’ll either love it or hate it. Even the title gets me, still ~ Autobiography of Red ~ so brilliant.

What’s on your list?