Jan 27, 08
Read in January, 1987
One of my favorite childhood books, I just picked up a beautiful canvas cover copy of it the other day. Upon re-reading it for the first time in probably 10 years I was struck by how mournful it is, and how ungrateful and self centered the boy seems to be. A great example of how good writing, especially childrens lit, has many layers that are sometimes only visible to you at a different point in your life.