It's probably socially incorrect to feel affection for Kipling anymore, but when I was young and read this book, I was smitten by the exotic language and talking animals. I still love the Road-song of the Bandar-log:
Here we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
Don't you wish you had extra hands?
It goes on, and the Bandar-logs, of course, being monkey-types, never stop chattering, swinging, and moving. I credit this book for helping to create my overly empathetic view of animals. Now, when I see a bear leaping over my camp stove to get to me, I feel like Mowgli and smile at him in happy anticipation of a big hug. Ha.
I'm not sure I could read "The Jungle Book" or "Kim," again; but I'm positive that these kinds of stories helped to fuel my imagination.