I like Yellow Brick Road because of the innocence of the central character. A child of maybe nine or ten, he is just old enough to realise that adults cannot control the world, but still too young to understand the full implications. In leaving his home, school, friends and everything he's ever known he feels little sadness, but places his trust entirely in the adults he travels with, especially his father. He looks forward to the move, is optimistic about the family's future and clearly believes everything his father said about the money and jobs in the city. As the car comes over the hill and the city is laid out before him, the boy sees, not a new, strange place as do the rest of his family, but an "Emerald City", the place of his dreams.
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