I find myself wanting to read it again. Perhaps there's a copy somewhere in the house. I remember being about eight, and being mesmerised with it--being taken to shop for shoes, which I've never liked, anyhow, and simply wanting to get back to the book, ducking back in to read another few pages at every opportunity...

If I have not already posted about it, I should do that someday.

I don't believe you have done. I do think that you should.