This book by James Herriot was probably the most heartwarming book I’ve ever read in my whole life. Aside from the fact that this was his last semi – autobiographical novel and I’ve never read his early previous novels before, this however was enough for me to know why a lot of people love him.
A lot of my friends don’t usually read books and they spend most of their time either watching TV, going to malls or watching a movie. I’m not against all of these particular activities, but I just hope they could at least try and see the beauty of reading books. But they often complained that it’s too boring or sometimes they don’t have the time. So, this is my response to them as well as to the people who don’t read books and usually find it as a waste of time: