It’s nice when people think your book is good, and seemingly, someone at The Independent (a British newspaper, foreign people) thinks “Atlas, Schmatlas” is good. Better than “The Times Atlas of the World,” in fact. If you could see me now, you’d see a tired person with bed hair moonwalking across the kitchen. Link.
I should point out, though, that depending on how fruity your child’s vocabulary is, there might be words in the book that aren’t appropriate. There are several fucks and a couple of cunts. But they tend to mainly be reserved for people like Margaret Thatcher and Pol Pot, so, y’know, fair’s fair.