Roald Dahl and Quentin Blake
Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 1983
My heart is being filled and my wallet emptied anew now that I've started wandering into the young adult section of my local bookstores. Darn you Roald Dahl and your awesomeness. I'm very interested in longer chapter books of oldish that have some pictures and this past week we've been devouring Mr. Dahl at bedtime (a turn of phrase Dahl, more than anyone, would've appreciated.) I'm continuing to read picture books during the day, but in the evenings, tucked under the covers before bed, we are branching out. Thus, My Father's Dragon, some Winnie the Pooh and Paddington Bear books and all the shorter titles of Dahl's I can get my hands on. First, we read the fabulous Esio Trot, then came The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me, then The Fantastic Mr Fox... The Magic Finger, The Enormous Crocodile, and last night, our first reading of the shorter but highly-poetic Dirty Beasts. All of these are right up my son's alley. Totally, his sense of humor, and it doesn't hurt that they're fun for grownups to read, as well. My husband keeps wanting to take over the reading half way through, and I won't let him because I wanna find out what happens. I must admit the only Dahl I had actually read previous to this was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, so discovering his books, for me, is a giant revelation.
Nothing is more sinfully delicious that reading your child a selection of funny poems about beasts doing horrible things. The pig that eats the farmer instead of the other way around. The anteater that eats Aunt Dorothy. The flying cow that poops on a horrid man's head. The little devil who lives in a boy's tummy and demands food. And who doesn't love a killer croc...No animal is half so vile
As Crocky-Wock the crocodile.
On Saturdays, he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch.
Ahhhh... Dahl's books with Blake's illustrations.... never have an author and illustrator belonged together more. 80 thumbs up.
Fantastic Mr. Fox
The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me