When J. M. Barrie wrote his famous children's book, Peter Pan, it was an era when British children of the middle and upper classes were relegated to the nursery - as far removed from the company of their parents as possible. The majority of fathers were distant figures who rarely ever figured in their children's lives and mothers ran their households with the assistance of a bevy of household staff. It was the nanny who featured most in the lives of Victorian children.

Children were expected to be proper little ladies and gentlemen. Ideally this meant miniature representations of their parents. Not seen and not heard, boys of school age were sent off to boarding schools, while girls were tutored on how to be ladies and wives. In such an environment, the figure of a boy who vows never to grow up, and lives a life of endless adventures touched by magic, would be a figure of irresistible appeal to children - and more than a few adults, as well.

While there is no doubt that the repressive Victorian age needed a figure like Peter Pan as an antidote for the constraints placed upon children, his character's refusal to grow up represents a denial of the change needed for the emotional growth required to outgrow the selfishness of childhood. As children, the majority of us believed the world revolved around us, and everything was put upon Earth for the express purpose of supplying us with amusement. Any of us who have run into adults who still cling to those beliefs know full well how annoying these people can be.

In his new book, Tigerheart, author Peter David has taken J. M. Barrie's classic tale of the boy who wouldn't grow up and has passed it through the prism of his imagination to present a slightly different vision from the original. Instead of the central figure being the boy who doesn't want to grow up, our hero is Paul Dear, a boy who wants more than anything to make his mother happy again.

Paul was enthralled by the tales his father told him about The Boy and the magical land of Anyplace where he fought pirates and caroused with Indians. At night, when Paul looked in the mirror, he was certain the figure who appeared opposite him in the glass was none other than The Boy himself. In his travels through the Kensington section of London, Paul would chat with the squirrels and pixies who inhabited the various shrubs and trees he passed. In his dreams, he would hunt the lands of Anyplace in the copy of a fearsome white tiger.