There are some books that tap onto your mind, asking to be reviewed more intently with the aim of gathering more from the experience. However, Charles Portis' True Grit brings forth an experience that is both entertaining and thought-provoking, and most importantly, do so with effortless ease. Portis' storytelling evokes like a gentle breeze, you can feel it flowing and yet it doesn't always draw attention onto itself. Its blueprint consists of a plot with clear intentions of its overall goal and also a group of characters that are shaped by dialogue that pops out of the page with a sense of personality; one cannot say that Rooster, Mattie, LaBeouf, and Chaney feel like they are manufactured from the same cloth. I must say, there is a developed sense of affection I share for the story, despite its modest ambitions, an outcome that I cannot say was as effortlessly earned as it has with this.