Would you believe that, as a kid, I found The Grey King first? Cue little me, between L'engle and Cooper, becoming thoroughly enchanted with northern Wales! This was the book that taught me the rudiments of Welsh pronunciation; related, Will and Bran horsing around running down that hill will never not amuse me. Will nearly falling into the *lake* but for a fortunate ledge, and then being rescued by a shocked adult, will never not give me the chill sparks of something that's definitely not fear or dismay, which... tells on me. Ahem.

This was also the book that little me got busted sitting up reading at one in the morning - we were at Girl Scout camp, there had been tornado warnings over a period of days, and I was both unbothered and awake where my sister was thoroughly freaked, so I stuck my nose in a novel. :)