by Gene Stratton Porter
Wow, I’m not sure what to say about this one. Freckles is the one-handed Irish orphan who is trying desperately to make his way in the world. Luckily, someone gives him a chance. He is hired to guard timber in the swamp, and he proves to be quite the employee. Not only is he a loyal and vigilant guardian of the timber, he also become a bit of a naturalist. And, of course, he falls in love.
Oh, this is just so weird. The language is dated and strange, the plot is preachy and boring, and Freckles is the least compelling protagonist in literature. Mostly, I felt like this was a waste of my time.