Roald Dahl

By this time last year, I had devoured plenty of books. It was an unquenchable desire to read and read....and a bit melancholy when the book was over (not true for EVERY book, but almost). This year, I cannot for the life of me get into reading. A dry spell. I've tried. I have 6 pages of books on my kindle that I haven't read. No first page has hooked me into read past the first few pages.

I've missed reading terribly and I wondered if the books stunk or if I was booked out. Maybe I just needed a break.

That was the thought until I picked up Roald Dahl's Matilda!! OMG! If you haven't read it, YOU SHOULD. Sure it's a kiddy book, but you should still read it.

You're still not sure?

Well, let me give you a short excerpt:

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.
Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.
Well, there is nothing wrong with all this. It's the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring that we start shouting, "Bring us a basin! We're going to be sick!"

It goes on! And it's had me laugh out loud more than once! Maybe that's what I needed. I laugh. I've DEVOURED it!

I'm considering reading the rest of Roald Dahl's collection. Maybe even work on getting all his books in my library. That would be LOVELY!