I have always found that the most compelling stories of our history are those of the people involved in it. This book, an auto-biographical account of the story of a young English evacuee during the Second World War, had me hooked at the first words for that reason. I've always wondered what it was like for the people of Britain during those horrible days, and herein is an answer to that question. History is important not just because of the events, but because of the effect those events have on the human experience. This book is important for that reason.
The beauty of this story is in it's simplicity. The story is told in a simple, almost terse style without much ornamentation. The writer is obviously more concerned with telling the story itself than impressing with flowery language. It comes across as a story like your grandfather would tell you as you sat on his knee, a "here's what happened to me" told by someone itching to share an experience. This is Mr. Evans' first book, but he does a fine job of weaving a story in chronological order and with great detail considering that more than 60 years have passed since his experience as an evacuee.
Overall, I enjoyed the book a great deal, and read it in less than 2 days. You may find yourself, as I did, rejoicing, commiserating, sympathizing and despising all within a matter of a few pages. My guess though, is that you will be pleased that you read it.