I first read this when I was about 12-13 years old, I didn't really appreciate its beauty then, because I couldn't understand the nuances of the text. Later on, when I gave a closer reading for my Post Colonial Literature course, I fell in love with it - not just for the threads of censorship and free speech Haroun deals with, but also because of the delightful word-plays and puns that Rushdie puts in. I've read the book four-five times, and will probably read it again in future - what's amazing is that it's one of those books that never loses its appeal. Simple and lucid, yet so layered. Enough said - khattam shud.