Chocky

Wyndham is one of my favourite authors and this little book is quite probably my favourite of his works. I also liked that this edition smelt of old books and, with its brown colour scheme and strange cover illustration, was very much of its time.
It's narrated by the father of 12 year old Matthew, quintessentially English in that Wyndham way, who discovers that the boy's imaginary friend may have something more to it. Not a huge amount happens but the characters are so well drawn, from pony obsessed Polly to the mysterious Chocky.
Humanity gets a telling off as well, which I'm all for!