A brief book report, even so

Finished Winter Count by Barry Lopez, written in the early 1970s. Very short book. 

I have found it to be a bit pretentious, the language often self-conscious, some words too carefully selected. For effect. Do we all do that? No. I don't think so. But he was young then. I think we may do that kind of writing when we're young, trying to impress instead of simply saying something.

But some things in it I like. For instance, "As a stone waits millennia to trip a certain horse on a well-worn path . . . " is a phrase I liked and liked contemplating.