I have had this book on my shelf for a while from my teaching days but had never even opened it. I'm going through a bit of a bookshelf cull and thought I'd read a few pages of this before I gave it away. I ended up reading the whole book. It started off in a really interesting way, the story of a white boy, son of missionaries to China with the onset of the Japanese invasion. And then it moves into fantasy - (spoiler - he is rescued by yetis...) I carried on reading it none the less as it was quick and didn't require much brain energy, concentration or effort. Obviously I am not the target audience and a pre-teen would probably love it... I've not really understood the Michael Morpurgo obsession that some people seem to have. Perhaps this is not his best work? I mean, the man is prolific! Lets hope this was a dud. Still, it was quite satisfying to finish a book. Reading has become a lot more of a rarity since baby. I just can't concentrate for long enough and am simply too tired to read in bed anymore.
