This book, though obscure and mostly unheard-of, is completely absorbing. It's not meant to be a children's book, but the language and style are easy enough for children and I first read it at the age of about ten. I have re-read it many times since, well into adulthood. It's not great literature, nor is it exciting or amazing or anything like that, but it's a fascinating and honest insight into the life of the working classes three generations ago. It's moving, funny and informative, and is written in a simple, enjoyable and disingenuous style. Give this book to any child or teenager who is complaining about not having the latest mobile phone / trainers / CD / iPod / {insert child-type demand here} and it might bring home to them exactly how much many children DO have these days, compared with this book's author, whose most prized possession as a little girl was a rag doll made by her mother out of an old sock because the family couldn't even afford to buy her a toy for Christmas. And yet, despite the endless hard work and grinding poverty which the book describes, it seems that the family were far more robust and content (if not always happy as such) than the average family of nowadays. Interesting and very readable, and highly recommended to any age or class of reader.