First read this in 1999, so would have been 15 – I remember liking it a lot.
I liked it on this second reading, but it was really different. HC sort of annoyed me sometimes, but not sure why.
I suppose it was his helplessness, which I don’t remember noticing the first time.
A lot of the story resonated for this point in time. I don’t know if I would say it’s one of my favourites, but do remember being really struck by it. Maybe it’s better read as a teenager?
January 2008, London