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Most definitely in on this one. Have the book ready to go.

One of my favorite reads in recent years. I will try to join in!

One of my favorite books ever. I'll use this as an excuse to reread it.

Fabulous book but I'm not up for a reread.

I doubt I'll reread it either, wonderful book that it is.

I'm fascinated by the enthusiasm that readers have displayed about this book. The description doesn't really attract me but so many friends have referred to it as a favorite that I have to check it out. It will be my next read.

I have it in house, but I am still behind on reading Octobers books - so once I finish the McCrumb book then I will get after this one.

I finished this one earlier in October for another group read. I really enjoyed it but I can't get on board with the "Great American Novel" talk.

I am not going to reread it but it is a great book. Five stars. "Butcher's Crossing" by the same author is very different to "Stoner" but is also a five star read.

I'm about a third of the way into this and I keep hearing Thoreau's line, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation". It's astounding that he can bury himself in the world of great literature yet still can find no meaning in life.
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He finds meaning in being true to his character and responsibilities, whether they make him happy or not. That's not something that happens in later generations. His one big rebellion was rejecting his parents lives on the farm for a life of the mind.

I was hoping to get a chance to reread this one, but I can see it won't be happening this month. I'll get around to it later.

I think Edith could have a character study of her own. She’s removed from young daughter and William without any hesitations on her part.

I'm closing in on the end of this and must confess that I'm really enjoying it. If I had to describe it without giving away the story, I would say that it's America's answer to Goodbye Mr. Chips.

This line reminds me of something that my mother told me about the war. Dad taught midshipmen at the Brooklyn Navy Yard and each week at Church the names of that week's dead graduates would be read out as the organ played The Navy Hymn.

Week by week, month by month, the names of the dead rolled out before him. Sometimes they were only names that he remembered as if from a distant past; sometimes he could evoke a face to go with a name; sometimes he could recall a voice, a word.