Here's a book which should not be buried in the juvenile department. It is a ""natural"" for every Dickens' lover. As I read, I was carried back to the days when my father read Dickens aloud; it gave me a nostalgic feeling for the time when I had a chance to reread my favorites, it brought back characters and incidents and places vividly; it recaptured the thrill of following in Dickens' footsteps through London, a London that may already have lost the landmarks. I felt an urge to rediscover Dickens with May Becker as a guide. But -- after an inclination to place the book for the age group above (12 to 15), the age at which I was steeping myself in Dickens, I decided against it. I don't think it is an opening wedge to Dickens, but a half way book, a book which should fascinate boys and girls who are in the midst of discovering Dickens for themselves, and to whom this will give enrichment of understanding. I doubt whether it would inspire those who had never read anything of Dickens with the ardor of explorers, for its significance is so wrapped up in an appreciation and familiarity with the books themselves. Beautifully done, with a background of the scholarship that does not proclaim itself but that makes the subject its own. A book for a long life.