***This post is dedicated to my lovely mother-in-law who passed away yesterday. She and Roald Dahl would agree that their day was complete if they heard a child laugh. ***
“A whizzpopper!" cried the BFG, beaming at her. "Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping is forbidden among human beans?”
Roald Dahl, I love you. Yes, you’re British with a lilting voice I’m sure, but it’s your creative genius that’s got me like… (can I get a heart-eyed emoji here?) The boys and I finished The BFG days ago and frankly, I’m slightly petrified to pick our next read. It’s gonna be rough going forward I’m afraid. Who wouldn’t agree that it’s tough to compete with snozzcumbers, frobscottle, whizzpopping, and frothbuggling? Finding a suitable follow-up read is jumpsquiffling. I’m all ears if you have any suggestions. Speaking of ears, I wish I could nestle in the fold of the Big Friendly Giant’s to catch dreams for kiddles. Who better to have the world to yourself with than the Big Friendly Giant?
While the BFG was guilty of snatching Sophie from her bed in a lonely English orphanage, he wasn’t anything like the other 9 maniacal giants, including the Fleshlumpeater, the Bloodbottler, and the Bonecrusher who love to eat human beans. When Sophie learns they’re bound for more British chiddlers she’s determined, without the smallest sense of feeling jiggered, to put a stop to that sort of debauchery. I’m so glad we were allowed to tag along on her adventure with a big-hearted, unforgettable giant. This whoppsy-whiffling story is one you and your kids won’t want to miss. Three cheers for the fantastic Mr. Dahl!