THE GRASS WAS THAT HIGH

Kit, on the brink of maturity, feels during that summer in Vermont an exile both from her familiar home on the New England Coast and from that comfortable world of childhood which she is painfully leaving. Filled with a love she cannot define, Kit, a sensitive girl, to some degree finds relief in her intense attachment to a little bull calf. Her devotion to the animal and her experience with farm life correspond to a growth which occurs in her own spirit, a growth which hinges on a delicate romance with a farm boy. A more or less expected plot is given breadth here by the author's fine feeling for the mood of adolescence and the reflection it finds in nature.