Let the Hurricane Roar
I have an old copy of Rose Wilder Lane’s Let the Hurricane Roar that I found at a vintage shop a few years ago.
I had read it as a middle-schooler, thinking it would be similar to my beloved Little House books, but it was much more somber with the undercurrents of grown-up calamity I didn't quite grasp back then.
There’s not an actual hurricane in the story, but a young couple in the midwest feel as if they’re battered by the storms of prairie life with grasshopper swarms, failed crops and winter snowstorms.
Whatever the season and wherever our location, storms are intimidating and threaten to shake our confidence.
I had read it as a middle-schooler, thinking it would be similar to my beloved Little House books, but it was much more somber with the undercurrents of grown-up calamity I didn't quite grasp back then.
There’s not an actual hurricane in the story, but a young couple in the midwest feel as if they’re battered by the storms of prairie life with grasshopper swarms, failed crops and winter snowstorms.
Whatever the season and wherever our location, storms are intimidating and threaten to shake our confidence.
