Anyone who's ever written about their youth would have to be impressed by the perceptiveness and imagery with which Robert Olmstead weaves this tale. It captures the New Hampshire summer landscape in a thousand hues and textures, and it perches on the brink of leaving home, of irrevocable change in a family, in a way that abrades the reader's remembered growing pains. Is it possible that so many things happened in one week, played themselves out so poignantly? Maybe not. Is the girl he describes too perfect to be true? May be, (but young love captures the beloved's perfection in amber, so her portrait is true.) Is the writing style so poetic it sometimes makes me gnash my teeth with envy, and sometimes makes me want to groan, enough already, it's not the Song of Solomon? Yeah. But, man, oh, man. You got to admire the craft.