Hum. This is a hard one to review. I'll admit while I was reading this I was charmed, bored, confused, laughed, lost, interested, and mildly to hugely entertained. That because this book is charming, confusing, humorous, baffling, interesting, and boring. It's not so much that the author (J.M. Barrie of Peter Pan fame) is all over the map when writing this. It's because this book is written for a late nineteenth century Scottish audience and mentality, and I am neither Scottish nor nineteenth century minded.
Now, I love books written during that time period, but unlike Dickens or Collins, this book wasn't written for all time to enjoy, but written for a specific time and place that wasn't likely to grow beyond that specific area or timeframe. It is immediate in the sense that it is written for the now. And, well, it's not "now" now is it. :)
Oh, there is a lot of charm in this novel of scenes of Thrums, a small Scottish town. There is no plot, only vintettes of small scenes of various natures, all centering around the kirk (church) in the town.
The dialogue, and there is some, is impossible to read. It's written in Scottish dialect and unless read aloud, with a good understanding of Scottish slang, it's incomprehensable. Twain did better.
So, three stars, meaning "Hey, if you got the chance, go for it, but don't twist your back doing it"