Loved this one. It is a melancholic homage to Hong Kong in the 1950s, of course from the eyes of a British kid, son of a colonial civil servant. It is full of affection and enthusiasm for the city, explored week after week by the then 10yo author. It is also a sweet, at times hilarious family portrait, conveying, beyond the humor, immense love and admiration for Martin's mum, and resentment for his dad. I bought it on my second-to-last night in Hong Kong, at the theatre show inspired by the book, so maybe I was in the ideal conditions to find it a fantastic read.