I read this book when I was maybe eight or nine years old? I remembered liking how ghostly the main character was; it’s such a profoundly weird story, with the line between what’s real and what’s figurative consistently blurry throughout the book. From a literary standpoint, it’s a really interesting thing to see in a kids’ book, which I think is why I liked it so much when I was younger. This isn’t profound classic children’s literature or anything by a long shot, but it does have the same delightfully strange atmosphere you might expect to find in a classic like that. Overall, I liked it.