Today I finished reading So Brave, Young, and Handsome by Leif Enger for the first time. I also finished Peace like a River by Leif Enger for the millionth time. My take: So Brave just can't compare to Peace. It really can't.
Some highlights from Peace: "He was like a small, hot, talkative planet."
"Fog inquires first at wrists and ankles."
From So Brave: "In the meantime Siringo was a living hero, rising from the smoke like a leathery old god out of Homer."
It wasn't as bad as reading I am the Messenger by Markus Zusak after reading The Book Thief. That was an all-out let-down, a complete disappointment.
I am not even condemning So Brave, Young, and Handsome. It's just ... those who have read Peace like a River know what Enger is capable of, an envy-inducing piece of literature, glorious imagery, and hilarious characters. While I read So Brave, I missed Swede. :-)