“Only in our valley was there a colliery to poke its skinny black fingers out of the bright green. Over in here was all peace and quiet content, and even the wind sounded happier to be working down here, coming up from our Valley with a joyful rush and poring down here, passing us sharp and bitter cold, eager to lie along the warm fields below and tease the manes of the horses browsing in the sun.
“Sad it is, Huw, my son,” my father said, after a long while, “Sad, indeed. Here is everything beautiful by here, nothing out of place, all in order. And over with us nothing but ugliness and hate and foolishness.”
“How is that then, Dada?” I asked him.
“Bad thoughts and greediness, Huw,” my father said. “Want all, take all, and give nothing. The world was made on a different notion. You will have everything from the ground if you will ask the right way. But you will have nothing if not.”
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Look, this is not a quick read but it is so beautifully written, with such tenderness and love - despite describing a very crude issue; that I truly don’t care if I am reading How Green Was My Valley for months. I am completely mesmerized by the story.
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Have you ever read a book that made you feel that way? 🌿🌻
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