Okay, I have a joke for you: How many pages does it take to adequately describe Red Wheat swaying ever-so-gently in the prairie breeze? Give up? According to Willa Cather, it takes at least 9.
I say "at least" because I'm not sure if I finished reading it, or if I threw the book at the wall because who gives a crap about Red Wheat? Yeah, I'm sure it's a beautiful look at prairie life or wherever the hell it was they lived, but if I wanted that I'd watch old reruns of Little House on the Prairie on the Hallmark channel (which, believe me I have). I once tried watching the film version of My Antonia starring little Neil Patrick Harris, but even that was... mostly excruciating. Final verdict: best used as kindling.