My review might be somewhat unfair, but I figured I should put in my two cents regardless. I read this book a -very- long time ago, back when I was in elementary school, so my memories might not be perfect. For some reason, this has always been the Goosebumps book that stuck with me. There's something incredibly poetic and tragic about this story that I still hold onto to this day. While not one of the scariest (or really scary at all) books RL Stine has written, it's certain, in my opinion, one of his best.
Maybe I'm just nostalgic here, but thinking of this book always brings up melancholy memories of when I was younger. I somewhat identified with the main character, as I never considered myself very popular, and kind of the nerd and socially awkward kid in school. I, like many children I'm sure, had always marveled at the idea of flight. The book really got to me in this way, it was very easy to relate with for me. What still hits me to this day is the ending, which I won't spoil. But it felt very sad, yet still satisfying. It's like when you finish the book all you could do was shake your head in sorrow, but still feel a shimmer of happiness at how things resolved.
Even many years later, as some guy off at law school, I still think of this book I read as a child and remember the fond memories I gave me. Maybe it was just me, but I hope other children out there get the chance to read this story. I thought it was a beautiful story, and it touched me deeply.