I adore well-written happy childhood narratives. The memories of youth are uncomplicated and touched with wonder and magic. If those happy childhoods were lived in the Bengal, India of 100 years ago, so much the better! This is one of the best memoirs I've read. It's co-written by two sisters whose father worked for a British steamer company in what is now part of Pakistan. Concise, precise, fascinating, funny, sad. I can't wait to forget it so I can savor it all over again. Another excellent British expat childhood memoir is Elspeth Huxley's The Flame Trees of Thika. Her parents farmed in British East Africa 100 years ago and she, too, had an unconventional upbringing. Worth seeking out if you like this sort of thing.