I had to read this for my internship, and at first, I felt a little put off by the language! I wasn't sure if I wanted to read 200-something pages from the perspective of a child narrator. But once Windham began recounting these vivid memories in more detail, these scenes struck a sense of nostalgia that could only be triggered through Windham's honest and perfect portrayal of the young mind that involves so much unnecessary stubbornness and innocent naivety. It not only resonates on such a personal level but also made me invested in the life of an author, whom I had never heard of before. it's nice to stumble on special books like that because God knows if I would have ever found out about this author in any other way.