Memoirs of coming from the US, to Oxford, via the Dragon prep school and Eton. Some parts very evocative of time and place and parallels with when I was at boarding school in Oxford at exactly the same time, and the outlook of a young, abandoned child: the sights, smells and traditions of school life. Other incidents seem much less plausible (taken from films and comic strips?), eg an over-charged hand warmer setting the wearer's trousers on fire and the cliched filling a whole dorm with feathers from pillow fights, or just carelessly inaccurate, eg term ending 3 weeks after bonfire night and going to Eton only 4 years after starting the Dragon aged 7. The echoes with my own experiences made it more frustrating but also more compelling than it might be for others.