I first read this book as a young child. It was an abridged version with lovely colour pictures. I loved it. A few years later I saw the American tv cartoon serial of the novel and I loved that as well, although looking back, it owed more to Edgar Rice Burroughs than it did to Jules Verne. I read the novel again when I was sixteen, this time not abridged and without pictures. I still loved it but I thought that the ending was ridiculous. Fifty-one years later, I read it for a third time and I'm puzzled as to what the fuss about Jules Verne is all about.
Written in 1864, it is about a German scientist, his nephew, and an Icelandic guide called Hans, who find a guide to the centre of the Earth, travel to the centre of the Earth, and come back. Not a lot else really happens. The novel consists of a long journey through a tunnel which leads to an underground sea, and then a long journey by raft across that sea, and then they accidentally and rather unconvincingly end up back on the surface of the Earth. Nothing else happens. Not too many strange creatures are found. Little sign of humanity living below the surface of the earth, although they did sight something resembling a human, but instead of investigating further, they ran away. When the main protagonists run away from an adventure in an adventure story, you know you are not going to get much of an adventure.
I finished the book disappointed. Maybe it is just a children’s book after all. The ending is still ridiculous.