While growing up in Yellowstone, I also spent a lot of time in Bozeman, Montana (the big city!). Because I went to a Montana high school and was full of nationalistic sentiment for my school, (schoolistic sentiment? scholastic? I’m not sure of the equivalent adjective of “nationalistic” that could convey the same narrow-minded devotion to one’s alma mater), I fully considered myself a Montanan (despite the fact that I went to sleep every night in my house in Wyoming). My parents later moved to Bozeman, and I’ve spent a lot of time toodling around Montana. As my almost-homeland, I’ve read a lot of beautiful books there. Unfortunately, I didn’t really start keeping good notes about the books I read until the spring of 2011, so the list of bloggable books I first read in Montana is fairly short. I’ll try to reconstruct my memory, or else to go back and give the books a re-read so I can do them justice here.