Probably would have given this three stars except for the fact that I ended the book crying. I can handle books that make me cry--not so much books that end by making me cry. Just a personal preference, obviously, but still...
As usual, Amy Le Feuvre crafts a main character who is unique, engaging, and real and whose profound effect on the adults around her is more a result of her childish frankness and blissful unconsciousness than any specific desire of doing them good. While I love parts of her unique approach, I sometimes have trouble with the fact that her books are so much more descriptive than prescriptive. I know that sounds terrible after everything that's been said against heavy-handed didactic fiction, but it does bother me a bit. As an adult, it's fairly simple to parse out the children's odd plays, strange fancies, and misunderstandings, but many of these are never explicitly corrected or fully cleared up (to the children in the book or the readers), and I'd be a little hesitant to give the book to a child without careful oversight to make sure they came away with the right message.
2.5 stars