A droll story, narrated by an insufferably pretentious son of an insufferably pretentious English father after their relocation to Australia. The son's social climbing and snobbishness set him up nicely for the tricks played on him by his mother's brother, visiting from England.
Everyone is likable and a good character except the upper class.
It's a children's book, the stories of elvish creatures who live in the forests of New Zealand. The stories are sweet, some of them rhyme.
Unfortunately, their name is offensive in the States, and probably elsewhere. To a child who has no knowledge of the word, the stories would be fine, but there is so much baggage on the word that it's hard for an adult to read the book.
A very good monster story, set who-knows-where -or-when. A giant man-bear stalks the woods and is itself hunted by Char, a grim man with a bow. It moves from region to region, killing any people in its path.
Moody, tense, and bloody, the story has good characters and nice descriptions.
A world-perched-on-the-edge-of-atomic-war story, about a secret attempt to fool Earth into peace. It's dated, and the physics of the story has problems. In 1953 readers probably said, "gosh!" You probably won't. I didn't.