The BFG
By: Roald Dahl
My Rating: FIVE OUT OF FIVE STARS
Best for: Everyone

God Bless Roald Dahl

I finished reading The BFG aloud with another crop of my kiddos this week. This youngest batch first picked both Charlie books, and then The BFG. As soon as we closed the last page, they immediately picked Matilda next. The Witches won’t be far behind. I love the memories my kids and I have made reading Roald Dahl together, but I’m also sad the youngest of my 6 kids are now getting old enough that I’ve only got a few years left where they’ll let me read to them.

Before long I’ll be reading them to grandkids!

Imagine a world with no Roald Dahl! No Charlie Bucket or Willie Wonka. No toe-less, hairless witches or children that smell of dog droppings. No James or giant peaches. No Matilda or Miss Honey. No Fantastic Foxes. No Sophie or BFG.

Happily that’s not a world we live in. You might not be able to find Giant Country on a map, but The BFG is real. How else would we know that frobscottle leads to whizpoppers? That a snozzcumber is neither glummy, glumptions, delumptious, or scrumdiddlyumptious? That a golden phizzwizard is much more desirable than a trogglehumper? Or that frothbuggling chidlers and kiddles might enjoy using their gogglers to see hippodumplings or jiggyraffes instead of the jabbeling telly-telly bunkum box?

Go read The BFG. Better yet, go read The BFG out loud to the young people in your life. Then go read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Witches, Matilda, and the others. I guarantee a good time and forever memories.

God bless Roald Dahl.

Happy Reading.