Saturday, 15 December 2012

97. Matilda, by Roald Dahl.

Matilda seems like a book I would have absolutely loved to bits in childhood, but amusingly enough, never got around to reading until now. Although I've seen the movie, and liked that. She's a precociously intelligent child born into a family of numbskulled crooks, who teaches herself to read ridiculously early, devours books at an incredible rate, and develops telekinetic powers due to her undertaxed mind's frustration with never being able to use its full potential. These come in very handy for hijinks and mischief, although she only uses these with good reason.

I quite enjoyed finally reading this story. It's been a while since I've thought about it much, but it's one of those books that I always promised myself I'd get round to eventually. And eventually turned out to be now, since I finally had a copy near to hand, and some spare time at lunchtimes to sit down and read it.

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