the bfg

"I'm not sure I quite know what that means," Sophie said.

"Meanings is not important," said the BFG. "I can't be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right."

The BFG is a treasure, as are the rest of Rahl Dahl books, but this one tugs at my heart. My copy from when I was younger has a cover that's hanging by a thread because I read it so often. I was drawn to the gentle nature of the giant, to the care and attention he gives little Sophie, his exclamations (“Catasterous!” cried the BFG. “Upgoing bubbles is a catasterous disastrophe!”) and perhaps, most of all, to his giant ears. You see I was teased for having ears that slightly stuck out, but in my room, reading about the BFG's "very extra-usual ears indeed," I felt empowered and that I could face another day of name calling with the BFG's confidence.

If you haven't read the book, please do. It's a tale that I believe can be enjoyed at any age.