I got this book for Christmas. I read it as a kid, (back in the Jurassic) and enjoyed it, and I’m surprised at how much I’m enjoying it again. I know some people get all sniffy about children’s books, but I think I good children’s book is far, far better than a mediocre adult one. Besides, I’ve got a stinking cold, and I really needed something lightweight and cheerful.
Part of the fun this time around is that it’s brought back Yorkshire so vividly. I grew up in Leeds, but I haven’t lived there since. After almost 30 years of talking standard English, suddenly I keep slipping into broad Yorkshire. My poor Spanish husband suddenly has to cope with words like “mither” and “wuthering”.
Eh, there’s nowt like a graidely book!
