By Robert Louis StevensonI ran as I never ran before, scarce minding the direction of my flight, so long as it let me from the murderers; and as I ran, fear grew and grew upon me, until it turned into a kind of frenzy. Indeed, could any one be more entirely lost than I?
I have read many classics, and while I often enjoy them, I rarely fall in love with them. So it was no surprise to me that Treasure Island was a fun book, but nothing to go shouting about from the rooftops. However, it was written in 1883, and the fact that we are still reading it today is a tribute to Stevenson’s story telling and creativity. His prose is descriptive but never superfluous (like so many of his contemporaries), and the story line moves quickly along like a ship caught in the current.
Stevenson penned the short novel for his stepson, and while it isn’t one of my favorites, I can easily see it becoming the spark that ignites the flame in a young reader. The book is narrated by a young boy who performs several heroic deeds throughout the story, and I even found my heart beating faster at the climax of the book. His characters are colorful and have enough complexity to make them interesting. On top of that, it’s a very quick read. If you are looking for a book that will encourage your children to start reading or just want something fun and simple while you are at the beach, then this is the book for you.