Thursday, June 13, 2013
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
I love the worlds he creates. The imagination. The creativity. Even the mean people in his books. It's all so absolutely like-able.
In our move, I stumbled across a copy of James and the Giant Peach. I had never read it and decided to delve in. I mean, it's Roald Dahl. No. People. This is not Roald Dahl. I mean, it is, but this book is plain weird. Weird. It's a short book so I was going to finish it no matter what, but it's just bizarre. Nevertheless, the end was very satisfying and I'm glad I read it. But truly, I will never read it again. Instead of thinking how creative it was, I just thought it was strange. It makes me sad to say that, but maybe I'll go read Danny the Champion of the World, or BFG and feel better about life again.