Thumbs up for Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. Young adult.
I was (quite unfairly) wary of a repeat of my experience with Robinson Crusoe – one of the most agonizingly boring books I’ve ever dragged my way through – but this came highly recommended by my coworker. He was not wrong; it is indeed a delight. Yo-ho-ho!
“‘Marooned three years agone,’ he continued, ‘and lived on goats since then, and berries, and oysters. Wherever a man is, says I, a man can do for himself. But, mate, my heart is sore for Christian diet. You mightn’t happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese – toasted, mostly – and woke up again, and here I were.'”
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