As a result, I somewhat lost interest and was left in suspense as I felt as if I was reading a history textbook. Though the author gave out descriptive and detailed historical facts, he failed to connect with the readers on a personal and emotional level. He stated that “Yellowstone, it seemed to me, was the top of the world, a region of deep lakes and dark timber, canyons and waterfalls [...] In July the inland slope of the Rockies is luxuriant with flax and buckwheat, stonecrop and larkspur (285). It seemed to me that Momaday was simply describing the scenery instead of drawing connections with the readers and himself. It felt as if most of the passage was simply a narration of “what he saw”, not “how it connects to him”. Furthermore, nothing about his grandmother’s childhood was mentioned, which made it somewhat dry and uninteresting to
As a result, I somewhat lost interest and was left in suspense as I felt as if I was reading a history textbook. Though the author gave out descriptive and detailed historical facts, he failed to connect with the readers on a personal and emotional level. He stated that “Yellowstone, it seemed to me, was the top of the world, a region of deep lakes and dark timber, canyons and waterfalls [...] In July the inland slope of the Rockies is luxuriant with flax and buckwheat, stonecrop and larkspur (285). It seemed to me that Momaday was simply describing the scenery instead of drawing connections with the readers and himself. It felt as if most of the passage was simply a narration of “what he saw”, not “how it connects to him”. Furthermore, nothing about his grandmother’s childhood was mentioned, which made it somewhat dry and uninteresting to