Book Review: The Outsiders
This post contains spoilers for The Outsiders. I know it’s been quite a few years since it was published, but I figured I’d post a warning.
I first read The Outsiders when I was in the seventh grade. And I hated it. I thought it was the worst piece of literature that I had ever read. I remember talking to my mother about it, being so upset about the fact that these boys seemed to not have a choice. How could someone write something so terrible?
Cliffhangers
Ever since I was little I loved the outdoors. My mother instilled this in me through hikes and nature walks. She would stop to identify plants along the way to the point that I know what burdock, mullion, and yarrow look like and what they are used for. Living in Utah for practically all of my life (barring the 3 months that I was in Europe), I have pretty easy access to the mountains and can receive some respite just about whenever I want. Waterfalls, scenic views, snow, cute animals, and peaceful silence are a mere fifteen to thirty minute drive away.