Mr. Stevenson’s Treasure Island is still one of my favorites, though the last time I read it was to Mr. B. just before he learned to read. I often think of young Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver and old Ben Gunn and his secret in the cave.
And Blind Pew and the fabled black spot.
And, of course, the book is at least 300 percent better than the movies, even the 1934 classic with Wallace Beery. Or the 1990 remake with Charlton Heston.
As reviewer Robert Guttman says at Amazon (where the ebook version linked above is free!): “No boy [or girl] ever really outgrows Treasure Island.”
Via Miriam’s Ideas.
UPDATE: I used the link to get a free copy and I’m rereading it!
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
After reading this post, I have tried to recall what I still remember from the book (used to know it almost by heart). Yeah… soon I’ll have to put my name and address on my shoes. Sad, really. But at least I will enjoy the book anew when I get to it – if I don’t forget to open it, of course.
I’m already up to the departure of the Hispaniola, after Squire Trelawny’s indiscretions.
I always enjoy your Mr. B stories. I have a 16 year old grandson, and have gone through some of the same adventures.
As an aside, my kids set us up with a visit with some of their friends in Scotland. My host asked if I read. Which confused me (well of course!). Then he said, if you do, there is the building where Stevenson lived and wrote “Kidnapped”. Neat. My introduction to Stevenson’s book was through the medium of “Classic Comics”‘. Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Beau Geste, and The Jungle Book were among these. I can still see the illustrations. Sometimes they were somewhat confusing, but later, when I came across the books, I remembered the comics and it was like meeting an old friend. And the books explained all.
I think I first encountered Kidnapped in a movie. I still have this image of the hero climbing stairs in the dark between lightning flashes which finally exposed the stairs ending in mid-air.
Your host asking if you read isn’t really all that strange these days. Mr. B., for one, learned to read, read the Harry Potter books through three times that I know of and then ceased reading after that. The only reading he does now is either required by school or text on his iPhone.