The Boy Who Fell Into a Book " review
Soho, LondonIt's 10.30pm and nine-year-old Kevin should be fast asleep, not reading. "All this reading," Dad grumbles, "just gives you dreams." The sly precision of that phrase is typical of Alan Ayckbourn's brain-stretching 1998 play, which is smart and demanding but sufficiently silly that even the youngest in the audience enjoy it (although it's aimed at sevens and up, younger siblings inevitably come, too). Readi…