At this point in the semester I was desperate for a good book to ease all of my stress. What better than my classic favorite? After all, the last time I had picked up this book was probably when I was ten. Honestly the book is like therapy for me. As I mentioned in an earlier post that I loved poems dealing with the wilderness like those written by Robert Frost, I feel the same way about Jack London. If I were a novelist, this is the type of book I would write.
The reader is so emotionally pulled into the book right from the get go. Seeing Buck stolen and beaten so badly is infuriating! I as the reader feel like i want to tear apart the men myself. As the story moves on, although he faces so many hardships it is enjoyable to watch him mature and adapt to the wild, actually surpassing all the others. Easily the most aggravaitng characters in the book are the team of Hal, Charles and Mercedes. London portrays them as the typical ignorant American gold rushers, who mistreat the dogs horribly. When their sled falls through the ice, I'm sorry to say that the dogs are the only things I feel any remorse for.
What I love the most about the novel is the bond that is formed between John Thornton and Buck. It is great to see Buck in such a perfect environment finally, and the love shared between the two. They remind me of me and my German Shephard, Lucy. Together we have a tight bond, since I have been the one to take care of her since she was a puppy. She is always by my side and even loves to wrestle, but just like Buck, has a strong primordial instinct, making her a great hunter.
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