I'm giving up on this one, which I've been reading for quite some time, so I don't feel justified in giving it a rating. Maybe I'm just not in the mood for nostalgia. The author lovingly paints a picture of rural New England (I'm thinking Vermont) in the 1930's, with a quirky, quaint cast of characters. I think it's mostly memoir, although it's called a novel. The pace is non-existent, there's really no plot, and the characters have failed to interest me. I've read about half of its 350 pages, but other books are calling, so I'm moving on.