I loved reading it to Katie as she drifted off to sleep in bed next to me. It was a sweet, tender experience. I actually ended up staying up way later than Katie, because I got wrapped up in the book.
Reading it as an adult, and as an author, was so different from when I first read it as a kid. All the stuff I loved was still there. But I could see "how the sausage was made", and did find the book lacking in many places. There was some really ham-fisted foreshadowing, and some plot elements which didn't quite click. It's funny too - the book very much shows its age. There's no Internet, no cell phones, and a certain sort of social naivety to the book which make it very, very dated. But I could still see the essential magic that made me like the book in the first place. It makes me want to go back and read lots of stuff from when I was a kid.
I especially want to do this with Katie. I like reading to her.