Where the Red Fern Grows (Rawls)

I’m not sure how I missed this one when I was growing up. Or maybe I didn’t and I just forgot about it. Anyway, it was assigned to my son, so I read along at home. (I won’t go off on too much of a tangential rant about how any prospect of him actually enjoying the book was obliterated by the herky-jerky away the teacher assigned it, required students to all read at the same pace, had questions to complete after each section, etc..)

What can you say? It’s a boy and his dogs. Honest, old-fashioned, sincere. A bit religious in places, perhaps. It’s not a great book, but I can see how it has resonated with so many people for so long. The author knows of what he speaks and loves it.


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