The Wind on the Moon

This was one of my favorite books as a child. I found it in a dusty corner of the library, and I think I was the only one to have checked in out in years. When I was a teenager, I found it in a booksale at the same library and bought it for 50 cents. I later realized it's a copy from the first printing. As such, it's in really bad shape - especially having once been a library book. I was so glad to hear it was being reprinted. This story is just magical - I remember getting lost in it. It's one of those classics like the Narnia Chronicles and Harry Potter - a story you can literally sink into and forget where and who you are. These are the types of books that instill a love of reading in kids. I hope to one day give the Wind on the Moon to my own children.

My Mum gave me this book when I was about ten. It had been given to her when she was a girl by her sunday school group for attendance. I loved it! I lost it though, and have grieved quietly for the last 20 years. This is an unreal childrens book, and one that I look forward to reading to and with my children. I just wish I still had the original hard cover that belonged to my late Mum. It was something we shared. My favourite bit was in the back of the specially packed lorry where they had their own house amongst the furniture. I used to rearrange our loungeroom, and Mum would help stuffing cushions and towels and draping tablecloths until I had my own little world. I'm not going to spoil it by giving away the storyline, but it was written with real imagination and a fantastic sense of childhood adventure. An absolute must for any classic collection.

This book kept me gripped as I waited to find the latest twist in the tale and I was never disappointed; it containedg everything from sorcery to high adventure. Dinah and Dorinda are daring, brave and mischevious. This book should certainly be brought back into print and everyone should read it.

The other two being Tom Sawyer and The Wind in the Willows. OK, perhaps I exaggerate. But not much. I first read it when I was about 9 and now - more than 40 years latter - I still have a worn paperback copy I keep by my bed for sleepless nights. And I'm puzzled that the feminists haven't ``discovered'' it yet. Dinah and Dorinda are two forceful, determined and extraordinarily naughty heroines.

This book made such an impression on me as a child twenty years ago that I have tried to track it down ever since. A friend lent me a copy a few years ago and I had the chance to read it as an adult. I was not disappointed. The vivid images had stayed with me and resonated as freshly as they had when I was ten years old. I can't believe such a book would be out of print for so long - I'm sure the demand would be there if a publisher was prepared to take the risk and reprint it!