X Libris: what we make of the books that made us
Around the time I started to get into spaceships and aliens I was given a book for Christmas called The Wishing Chair, about two Edwardian children who have spiffing magical larks. I hid it in embarrassment. 1905 is all our yesterdays
This book was EVERYTHING to me when I was a kid! I was delighted to read it aloud to my daughter (now 10) but I'm not sure that she was as charmed by it as I had been at her age. I love your observation about the "particularly English kind of upper middle class penury," which was very mysterious to me as an American kid in the 80s.
Now I want to re-read!
I adore this book. It has shaped me in so many ways. From my feminism to my love of the arts. My Grandpa is also the spit of GUM!