I swear, East of the Sun and West of the Moon
contains my childhood in it.
I fantasized about this story endlessly as a child. The lovely illustrations had me completely convinced that this world existed. However, because I was so young when I read the book, the words didn't stick in my head as well and I eventually forgot what the book was called. I'm so glad I remember it now.
See, you know a book is good when it renders me speechless. If I can't speak a lot about a book, it's because I got very emotionally involved, and I have serious troubles in voicing my emotions. Sadly, this means I'm not capable of giving wonderful books the reviews they deserve. The only way I can think to express my love for this book is to say that it changed my childhood, and I hope it will do the same for my children, as I will most definitely be reading it to them.