I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
This is a book for children that came out in 1922. It describes the culture in which our grandparents grew up, a time our political parties like to invoke as the essence of American, but a time which is long past. Basically, it is a number of little stories about the life of a small boy growing up on a farm. Although I gave it 4 stars, one should take that rating in context. This is not Dickens or Willa Cather by any stretch of the imagination. But as a book for children, which gives them a flavor of the past and which evokes many cultural references still common today, it is quite good. Helen Fuller Orton was one of my favorite authors back in third grade. Her writing is simple and clear.