The first time I read this, I must have been about ten years old. My mum's old friend use to give me books every birthday - this was one the first he gave directly to me (as opposed to mum, who would read them to us).
Having never read anything like it before in it's style or genre, I was blown away. I fell into it's world like it was my own secret place that no one else knew about. It influenced my writing and my thoughts so much that I started reading bigger, more difficult books, turning away from books by Jacqueline Wilson and Enid Blyton.
I recently re-read this book for the fourth time. I acknowledge now that the writing is not spectacular - it's one of those books that makes less and less sense as the plot fills with action - the surroundings aren't described enough so you don't quite understand how some things come about. There's also a very hurried love affair that doesn't quite click with the reader.
