This is one of those nineteenth century books for children written by one of those authors who feel children should never be faced with anything but pleasant and happy thoughts.

There are two marginal characters who are a bit unsympathetic – an aunt who is slightly weak and a little selfish, and a housekeeper who is rather cross and not very good with children. Everyone else is goodness personified it seems.

The worst challenge to face the little, sweet-natured, vivacious heroine is that she is taken away from her beloved grandfather in the Swiss mountains to stay with a lovely, amiable family in Frankfurt. They are lovely and amiable, but Frankfurt does not have the snow melting in the bright green grass, it does not have the sun kissing the mountains goodnight with pink caresses… so Heidi pines away hoping that nobody will think her ungrateful for being sad in such a lovely and amiable place, but all the time very homesick and hoping that dear, good God will come to her aid send her back, joyfully, to her mountain home.

Will God be good to her? Will he? Oh, the suspense…

I really can’t imagine how this book ever got into the top 200, because I just don’t see what appeal it could have to anyone. It’s just too sweet and gentle, there is too little of any interest and no sense, even at the end, that anything has really happened.

Oh well. At least it wasn’t actually painful to read.

Here’s an Amazon link.
Got mine from the good old library.