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I'm almost done. I'll just say for now that it's obviously one of those books that's flat-out wonderful if you get to it at the right age. I would have lapped this up at ten or eleven*; it's the kind of book I wouldn't have been able to tear myself from until finished. It makes me wish I were reading buddies with a middle-schooler.
And that's meant as praise, not criticism! I bring different things to it as an adult first-timer, but it's still a great read.
*I think when I was a kid that books, especially the classics, were classed into girls' books and boys' books. Girls were lucky in that we had a little more latitude to stray into the boys' bibliography, but sadly Stevenson, except for the poetry, didn't cross my horizon. But it's more for me to read now; I'm especially enjoying his travelogues.
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