I read this when I was pretty young. It stuck in my mind as one of the best books I had ever read. I found it again in the supermarket a few years ago, and was somewhat shocked when I read it again- the religious references were way too overpowering for my jaded adult sensibilities. I’m really glad I read it when I was young, had an open mind, and could blithely ignore parts of stories that I disagreed with. I hope this continues to find an audience among children and young adults who can read it and love it like I did when I was younger, but I can’t help but feel cheated that the story I remembered wasn’t the story that was written.