Thursday, February 24, 2011

a REE-view

I REEcently REEcieved a book that I have been covetting since I first learned of it's being published...written by a dear, sweet friend. (Ok- that may be a stretch.)

Anyone who is anyone in the US who loves blogs, food, and plain old fun stories about a city girl being transplanted to country life knows exactly who Ree Drummond is. But for those of you unfamiliar with Ree, or as she is more well know, The Pioneer Woman, you will definitely want to take a look at her blog and upcoming book. Well, both unfamiliar and familiar will want to in fact. Ree is one of the funniest and industrious ladies I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting...I mean uh, reading about. Connecting with on many levels.  Fantasizing about being best friends with... Ok, I'll stop.  Coming from a background that involved morning lattes and subway rides daily to a life of tractors and cow herding is only the tip of this incredible lady’s story. I had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of my copy of Black Heels to Tractor Wheels: A Love Story.  It was out in time for Valentine’s Day (Feb. 01, 2011),the perfect story to have you swooning for your very own “cowboy.” Take a look at The Pioneer Woman site and the book synopsis below for more great details…




“That’s when I saw him—the cowboy—across the smoky room.”



I’ll never forget that night. It was like a romance novel, an old Broadway musical, and a John Wayne western rolled into one. Out for a quick drink with friends, I wasn’t looking to meet anyone, let alone a tall, rugged cowboy who lived on a cattle ranch miles away from my cultured, corporate hometown. But before I knew it, I’d been struck with a lightning bolt . . . and I was completely powerless to stop it.



Read along as I recount the rip-roaring details of my unlikely romance with a chaps-wearing cowboy, from the early days of our courtship (complete with cows, horses, prairie fire, and passion) all the way through the first year of our marriage, which would be filled with more challenge and strife—and manure—than I ever could have expected.



This isn’t just my love story; it’s a universal tale of passion, romance, and all-encompassing love that sweeps us off our feet.



It’s the story of a cowboy.



And Wranglers.



And chaps.



And the girl who fell in love with them.

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