I read this book in the fifth grade. The braille copy was about five times as thick as the printed one, so I had to store it on a special shelf. We read it in turns, paragraph by paragraph. Unfortunately I was quicker at reading than some of my sighted counterparts, so I was usually ten or more braille pages ahead.
The book itself was sweet, I would almost say sorrowfully sweet, and all things considered I liked it. I haven't read it in seven or eight years, but that doesn't mean I won't. I do remember loving the perspective from Teribithia, somehow always fascinated by the religious aspect, since I at the time was a budding Wiccan and deeply concerned with matters of different faiths.
We did at one point have to act out one of the scenes, and I vaguely remember holding the heavy brailled volume balanced on one hand, my right index finger trailing across the words in an awkward dance of slipping innocence.
I should grab that book on audio sometime and take a listen.