I don't think many people would read this book for pleasure. It is the diary of a man who spent summers as a fisherman on Isle Royal in the 1920s and early 1930s. Some of the entries are homemade newspapers he created to send to the folks back home, and they are clever and cute, but the news is pretty much what you'd expect in a fisherman's diary: how many fish, what kind, and how big, plus the weather, who he visited, and how many pancakes (which he called 'flopjacks') he ate for breakfast. This is a great reference for me, as I'm currently writing a novel set in Isle Royale during the same period, and I'm grateful the family donated his diaries to someone who'd publish them, but I don't think it is a book that will ever garner a wide readership.