I read this in primary school when I was 11 or 12 and I remember LOVING it. I thought it was the best book ever and I deeply related with Abigal.
Upon Reading it now that I’m in high school and my life has changedgreatly, I don’t really like it as much. For starters, I’m a completely different person now and so I didn’t relate with Abigal moreso than I cringed at how I thought she was just like me because, at that time, I was going through my ‘I’m not like other girls’ phase.
Nevertheless, I appreciate the book for how much it meant to me when I was in grade 6 and the story itself isn’t actually that bad. Just kind of slow and clearly intended for younger readers.