It's a risky proposition to go back and reread books that meant a lot to you as a child. They often warp or shrink or mildew to mulch over time. I first read The Wily Witch somewhat late in my sheltered childhood. I was in the sixth or seventh grade, and it had never occurred to me that fairy tale...
omg, I loved this one when I was nine!
Yet another book I read as a kid that really stuck with me.
Extraordinary and brilliantly written.
I didn't love it, but I think it's just not my kind of thing.