As a child I read Stig of the Dump obsessively, over and over again. It was one of my favourite books and I still have such fond memories of it. I also liked The Town that Went South, but had never heard of Me and My Million until a few months ago when I saw a copy of it. I picked it up because it was written by Clive King. I didn't really know what to expect of it, and not having read Stig since I was a child, whether his writing style would have aged at all over the intervening years.
I have to say Me and My Million did not grip me in the same way as Stig. I suspect this is largely because the plot of this book is really flimsy and the ending is hugely unsatisfactory in terms of tying up plot holes etc. It almost seemed like a rush to the finish and I was cross because the premise was great and I really wanted the story to develop more, and then it finished.
There are certain things about it that have real charm. Ringo's adventures are fun, and I love the fact that he is dyslexic, so the ordinary world of London becomes extraordinary through his eyes. I loved the episode in the tube station and with the angels particularly. It reminded me a little of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, just without the magical elements.
I think that if I had read this when I was young, I wouldn't have noticed the plot holes and the abrupt ending and I would have found this an exciting, highly satisfying and hugely enjoyable book.