I haven't read any Milly-Molly-Mandy since I was seven or eight, but I was just as delighted (if not more so) with her stories as an adult as I was as a child. The stories are sweet, gentle and surprisingly funny, with gorgeously detailed illustrations. Tales of mushrooming, picture shows and tea in a tree house remind the reader of the simple pleasures of childhood, and take even an '80s baby like me back to a more innocent, more honest time. A charming read.