I saw this on some list of the hundred best books of the 20th century and I'd never heard of it or the guy who wrote it so I thought maybe I should read it. Still all I know about the author is from one sentence at the front of the book - "Richard Hughes (1900-1976) attended Oxford and lived for most of his life in a castle in Wales." Alright. But the book started out good and weird and I was excited and expected it to just keep getting weirder and weirder, but half the things that kept threatening to happen never happened and it calmed down a lot and got a little boring. Kids in here are real kids though, grumpy and amazed and horrified; wandery brains and watery memories.