My best bud recently showed me a colourful boxed collecton of Enid Blyton books she had bought and she commented that there was also a Roald Dahl collection. I had held a passing fascination remembering little about him other than snippets of scenes from the Dirk Bogarde film “The Patricia Neal Story”. As a child although I had access to many childrens books thanks to school and the mobile library service I had some how managed to miss his treats, except of couse Gene Wilde’s Willy Wonka.
When I visted my friend last Thursday there on her kitchen table was the collection, a present for me. I had to smile she instantly told me not to look at the base because it had printed on it the full proper retail price but she’d only paid a sixth of that ~ bargain.
So Friday I read “The Magic Finger” and yesterday I read “Esio Trot” and “Fantastic Mr Fox” and in a moment I am going to read “The Twits” and possibly “George’s Marvellous Medicine”. In the long term, one day I might just get to share them with a great neice or nephew, for now I shall enjoy the comfortable reading.