Thursday, June 13, 2013

James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl

I love Roald Dahl.  I really do.  Before even reading any of his books, I knew I loved him....because my best friend, Emily, loved him and so to be cool like her...yeah, I totally love him too.  And then I started reading.  Good thing I really did end up liking what I read, otherwise I would have been a big. fat. liar.  Phew.  Close call.

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.


reggstyl said...

Funny! I didn't remember that about that book. Adriel and I just finished Matilda and she wants more Roald Dahl. We'll make sure not to read that one :)

Marcus and Jenny said...

Reagan, it's not a BAD book, just weird. A friend saw that I was reading it and said, "Oh, I didn't really like that book." I was surprised, but after finishing it, it makes sense. BUT, again, there's nothing BAD about it and kids may think it's fun since it's kind of out there. :) Who knows?


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