Fire Season is an aspirational book: it tells a romantic, if not romanticized, story of being a fire lookout, something most dream of experiencing but few would be able to endure. The prose occasionally shifts from stirring, serene descriptions of the natural existence to a sudden litany of historical facts and figures that jarringly pops the reader out of their sylvan day-dreams. The good parts more than make up for these odd incongruities and leaves you with an almost restorative feeling of having been transported to a place of calm and harmony, a place that can be revisited in times of stress and anxiety.