Guus Kuijer is a wonderful, wonderful writer, so keen to observe things on the same level as kids, BUT there's something quite odd & strange about this enchanting story (I read the Mexican edition): there are deep ideas here concerning memory and the place one holds in the world (and feeling out of touch and lost in the world) BUT, and this is a big BUT, the way Kuijer attaches and relates those matters to the mind of a 10-year-old is awkward and puzzling (at its worst, a bit repetitive and superficial). I felt I knew Florian much more through the dialogues and his reaction to things, people and events than when the book registers his thoughts. Nevertheless, there are so many wonderful details here, such a lovely ear for dialogue and such freedom. Maybe it's a Dutch thing, the way kids in books over there are so beautifully independent, not shielded from life. When Kuijer tests the limits to this freedom -- especially when Florian has to handle the constant bickering of his parents, the forwardness of Katya and the old lady's helplessness -- the book is heaven.