Stig of the Dump

When I was about 12 or 13, my siblings and I became friendly with another family of kids. We'd go to their house, they'd come to ours. The oldest girl was my age and we were both readers so we swapped books. Stig of the Dump is the only one I can recall. I remember enjoying it, but don't even remember if I finished it or not. Likewise I don't remember how this brief friendship ended. I think her family must have moved away but childhood memories tend to be misty.

I didn't think too much about her again until a few years ago when I learned of her suicide after it made national headlines back home in Ireland. I obviously didn't know her well, and only for a brief moment in time, so don't want to eulogise but I've always associated this book with that period of my childhood. Thanks for the loan Dara!