Maybe I was just in the right mood, but I absolutely loved this. Elinore Pruitt left Denver in 1909 with her young daughter and went to Wyoming to be a homesteader. The book is made up of letters she writes to a friend over the next several years, describing her new home, family, neighbors, and adventures. I found these fascinating and even inspiring. It was kind of like reading Little House on the Prairie from Ma's perspective. She certainly made me want to stop whining about my own life, and to appreciate small pleasures where I find them.