… authors that I wish were still here and writing…
The film version of this book came out in 1982. My brother (2 years older than me) must have seen it at a birthday party or something, because I can remember him being REALLY excited about it, and going on about it endlessly. I also remember being really jealous, since he made it sound like the best film EVER, and back then you had either had to save up for the video, or wait till it came on at Christmas. I’ve still never seen it.
I remember reading this when I was about 9. When I say, I remember reading it, I remember that I did read it, and that I enjoyed it. But I couldn’t remember a single thing about the plot until I picked it up again a couple of days ago.
My Mum, true to her hoarding nature, has pretty much never gotten rid of any of our old children’s books. Every now and then, I have a rummage through them to pick out a couple that I think my boys would like. I was strangely excited when I came across this as it brought back so many memories, largely down to Helen Oxenbury’s brilliant illustrations.