Very seldom in life does a book like Goat Days come along and ruin you for other books. It becomes like that mythic true love you once felt for someone when you were still innocent — but now that you have lived through it, you no longer are that innocent person.
You have read it and now other books just don’t compare. You may stop reading altogether, for a while, just to let memories of Goat Days flow through you unchecked. The same feeling courses through you after you read books like Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Perfectly pitched books, with the language kept out of the way of storytelling.