This is an autobiographical tale of growing up in the years immediately after the second World War.
Some aspects of it are quite interesting: the aspirational nature of council housing (that really bends the mind, today); the sense of community; the fun to be had in bombed out houses. It’s also an engaging and pleasant read, and you find yourself caring for the characters, and believing in their world.
In general however I have to confess I found it a tiny bit cheesy. Apparently, immediately after the war, no one ever had any complex or contradictory feelings, and no arguments were ever serious.
I suspect that it is perhaps read and loved by people who remember that time, and in particular perhaps by those who like to tut tut about today.