Our six-year old son picked this book entirely at random in a bookshop, whilst on holiday. I've never known him get through a book so quickly, finishing it off in three evenings. By the end of the holiday I'd finished it too. And so had his Mum. Ottoline and the Yellow Cat is, I think, right up there with Roald Dahl's books for sheer enjoyment. It also reminded me, in a way, of Wes Anderson's films (mainly the Royal Tenembaums) for the way it packs in lots of tiny details that don't necessarily move the story on, but do develop the characters well. And the main characters, Ottoline and Mr Munroe, are wonderful: the story is, essentially, a silly one, but it doesn't stop you caring for these characters. Mr Munroe is frankly bizarre, but you can't help but love him after the chapter he spends some time thinking on the roof. The only problem we've found is that we now have to wait until next February for the next book. Which, in my son's reckoning, is about a hundred years away.