This is an entertaining "tall tale"; a good read (i.e., did not learn much, but had a good time going along on the adventure.) Like any good tall tale it stretches the imagination a bit. As a reviewer says on the cover, it brings to mind Mark Twain. Huck Finn touches on slavery--so too does the m...
Set in northern Vermont in 1930, On Kingdom Mountain introduces us to Miss Jane Hubbell Kinneson. A renowned local bookwoman and eccentric bird carver, she is the last remaining resident of a wild mountain on the U.S.-Canadian border, now threatened by a proposed new highway known as the Connecto...
Set in the beautiful mountains of Kingdom County, THE FALL OF THE YEAR is Howard Frank Mosher's brilliant autobiographical novel about love in all its forms, from friendship to the most passionate romance, in a place where family, community, vocation, and the natural world still matter profoundly...
Northern Borders is Mosher’s nostalgic novel of life in northern Vermont’s Kingdom County, as told by a man remembering his boyhood. In 1948 six-year-old Austen Kittredge III leaves his widowed father to live with his paternal grandparents on their farm in the township of Lost Nation. Escapades a...
I loved this book - a great literary read! This book can be easily divided into halves. It is written in 1st person by a grown man, Jim Kinneson, who describes his life growing up in the small rural town of Kingdom County, Vermont. The 1st half details the founding and history of the town, it'...
Howard Frank Mosher introduces Private True Teague Kinneson, who sets out with his nephew, Ticonderoga, on an epic race to reach the Pacific before Meriwether Lewis and William Clark. Along the way True and Ti encounter Daniel Boone and his six-foot-two spinster daughter, Flame Danielle; fight an...
Waiting for Teddy Williams is a baseball story that reads like a great modern myth. It involves a young protagonist and baseball phenomena Ethan Allen, a boy from northern Vermont, who lives, eats and sleeps baseball. Allen whose namesake was a leader-to-be of the 18th century Green Mountain Boys...
the West Texas Jesus boasted to me the next morning on our way through the mountains to my event in Missoula. We were following Clark Fork, one of the most beautiful trout streams in the West. My guy was eyeing it, spooling along in the valley a thousand feet below us through a series of deep gre...
Of the first group we inquired about the Harpes and Cissie. They merely stared at us as if we spoke an entirely different tongue, so we judged it best not to query the next two parties. Toward evening we had gained on our quarry so much that in wet places on the Trace water was still oozing into ...
Everything else, even religion, falls into one or both of these two categories. —PLINY’S HISTORY It was the late fall of Jim’s junior year at the Academy, and for the first time in more than a century, false spring had come to God’s Kingdom. Two months ago, the elm trees around the perimeter of t...
Same as I intend to leave on the slave collar. Also, I'm insured." "Insured?" "That's right. For two thousand dollars. Old Dinwiddie that we called A.D. insured me for two thousand spondaloons. He insured my granddaddy and my brother Little Prince Solomon too. Granddaddy kept Dinwiddie's accounts...