This was a surprise for me. I honestly didn't think I'd love it that much. I was participating in the Winter Biannual Bibliothon from January 3rd-9th, and I needed a book that had been sitting on my shelf for over a year. On a whim, I went for White Fang, as it was the only one that was really coming to mind -- and lo and behold, I loved it. I was just expecting a story about a wolf. Named White Fang. That was basically all I was expecting. I found a lot more. 
 I've always heard of Jack London, but I've never once read a book that he wrote. I've always heard that he was a bit of a wolf fanatic, almost always writing stories about wolves and the like. Now, though, while I might not be officially adding the rest of his books to my TBR pile (it's big enough already), I might look for them. I adored this book, through and through. I thought it would be an easy read, but clearly, it isn't. The print is miniature, and London's writing style is a bit of a difficult one. 
 Jack London puts so much detail into White Fang. Almost every single action is described. Not one detail is left out. He gives you so much you can almost perfectly envision the scenes in your head, and you don't have any trouble trying to figure out what's going on. The cost of this is that while you feel like you immediately understand what's happening, you're actually going at a rather slow reading speed. Don't judge this book on its small size. It is a monster to get through and requires practically all of your thought and concentration when reading. 
 Yes, the first bit of this book put me to sleep, but no matter. I consider that the "breaking in" period, as long as it's before the first quarter of the book. I wasn't acquainted with London's writing style when I nearly fell asleep because of him. But after that, this book became addicting. I read it wherever I could. The dinner table? You bet. After dinner? I sat on the couch for a good hour, just reading, sipping orange juice. (I was a little paranoid of spilling the juice on the pages, but luckily, that never happened...) 
 In my opinion, the tale of the three-quarters wolf White Fang is quite similar to Black Beauty. Both are always put under different owners, each crueler than the last, until they finally find peace. But also in my opinion, White Fang is more heartbreaking, emotional, and just, well, better than Black Beauty. I swear I nearly cried when reading this. NEARLY. 
 Look. My favorite animal has almost always been wolves. Once, when I was very young, it was dolphins. Pandas and dogs, too. But now my favorite animal is a wolf, or a fox. Really, I like any wild canidae/canine. Foxes, wolves, jackals, you name it. Though wolves have always enchanted me more than any other kind. There's just something about that fierceness covering that kindness. Something about the regal way wolves hold themselves, but still manage to look fantabulous at the same time. White Fang shows all of this so well. 
 The character itself, White Fang, is also well-developed. We see his initial curiosity at seeing the world as a young pup. He changes so much over time, and we get to see all of his journey the whole way through. It's amazing storytelling, honestly. Kiche, his mother, and One-Eye were also great characters. 
 Really, I can't say enough about this book. Don't go in expecting too much. White Fang isn't really as complex as I make it out to be. In the end, it's just a simple tale of a wolf who lived in the wilderness and was later brought into captivity. But it's told in a spectacular way, and that's what I love about this book. And anyway, this book isn't just a book. It's an amazing life story of a wolf. Read it, and see what you think.