The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
This book contains lovely descriptive passages, which may not hold most young readers’ attention. However, the action is very exciting, and a bit scary. My littles were enthralled.
We also watched the film, which we all enjoyed. I saw a number of reviews complaining that the film strayed too far from the book, but I disagree. In the film the protagonist, Winnie, is older (15 instead of 11), which they did in order to play up the romance (it’s just a crush in the book). The film also made a few action scenes more visually dramatic. It’s not a perfect film, but it’s a solid adaptation.