An Un-Calibrated Centrifuge

Where the Red Fern Grows

Where the Red Fern Grows - Wilson Rawls

I wonder if I would have had a different reaction to this book if I'd read it as a kid.

 

While I didn't enjoy the book as a whole (especially the weird hand-wavy references to "Indians" and the 10,000 uses of the word coon), the depiction of grief at the end was very good and did make me cry.