Walden Or, Life in the Woods

First Line:

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months.

Description:

By virtue of its casual, off-handedly brilliant wisdom and the easy splendor of its nature writing, Thoreau's account of his adventure in self-reliance on the shores of a pond in Massachusetts is one of the signposts by which the modern mind has located itself in an increasingly bewildering world.

Selected Reviews:

"Aside from its timeless wisdom and quaintly poetical prose, WALDEN is often a hoot. Through his ebulliently sourpuss observations of his fellow Concordians, delivered in a cocksure voice of a critical chanticleer and heretic herald, Henry makes us laugh, to wit: 'Sunday is the fit conclusion of an ill-spent weekend.'"

--Gary Wockner, Bloomsbury Review