I must begin by saying that I have not finished this book. I am currently working on reading it. It's a rather thick book, in fact.
That said, I discovered this in 8th or 9th grade, when I was made to read an excerpt for school. I fell in love but never got a chance to read it til now.
The book is the personification of something most people wish in the deepest of their hearts: an adventurous road trip on the back roads of America, living out of their car, eating the local food and speaking to the local people wherever they go.
Anyone can read this, really. Though I admit that at times it gets a bit dull, it picks up soon after.
This autobiographically written book is by William Least Heat Moon, a mainly Native American man who gets laid off, discovers his wife is cheating on him, and takes off down the road...the Blue Highways.
Blue Highways refer to those roads on the map that are less taken, to towns that are virtually unknown. Main roads are marked in red. The lesser known, lesser taken ones, in blue.
Metaphors are frequent within this book, one of the more entertaining specimens being his referring to his occasional spats between himself and his wife as the "Indian Wars", as they were both heavily Native American.
Least Heat Moon's writing is witty and entertaining. He reveals himself but in a stoic, respectable manner, not an emotionally slobby one.
Bottom line: A nice, slow tale about nice, slow places.
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