What a wonderful book! Inspired by the fiftieth anniversary, I decided to revisit the movie of this, which I loved as a kid and which permanently spoiled my handwriting when I taught myself to write like Harriet. I've never read this book before now, though, and I have the strangest feeling: on one hand, I'm sad that I missed out on this as a child when it really might have inspired me to write more; and on the other hand, I feel that this story has come into my life at the perfect time.
Because I loved the movie so much as a child, I can't help but compare the two. I found the book much more strange and sad, which doesn't surprise me; things are messier and more human in the book, and I'm glad I read it.