Published by Penguin on August 16th 2007
Genres: Fantasy & Magic, paranormal
This is not a fairy tale. This is about real witches.
Grandmamma loves to tell about witches. Real witches are the most dangerous of all living creatures on earth. There's nothing they hate so much as children, and they work all kinds of terrifying spells to get rid of them. Her grandson listens closely to Grandmamma's stories—but nothing can prepare him for the day he comes face-to-face with The Grand High Witch herself!
I think I may honestly be one of the few self-proclaimed book nerds that didn’t grow up reading Roald Dahl *hides in bunker from fellow angry bookish folk*. Now, now – don’t go getting out the pitchforks yet. This was mainly due to the fact that I didn’t read that much when I was younger (for shame, I KNOW!).
BUT my brother and sister are huge fans. HUGE. So big in fact, that being the awesome sister I am, I got them both the full collection of Roald Dahl books for them for Christmas (you can go ahead and give me my “sister of the year” award now).
But before all this, when I went home for a break back in October, we got started talking about Dahl since the BFG is coming out soon. Now, I read that one because it was my sister’s favorite and I (remember) liking it. But I’d never read my brother’s favorite, The Witches. And that just isn’t fair. I declared that it must be remedied immediately.
So I read it.
And it was so gloriously Dahl.
Honestly, there isn’t much I can say about it. If you’ve read Dahl before, then you understand his flair and whimsy. If you haven’t, well what are you waiting for? Dahl has a knack for the odd and whimsical and this book is no different. His creativity and imagination clearly shine through. Add in some wit and you’ve got yourself a Dahl book.
And personally – I loved it. Reading it brought a smile to my face and made me feel like a kid again. Sure it’s a bit weird, but it’s exciting and thrilling. And, in its own way, comforting (bringing back the childhood imagination for the WIN!)
And I absolutely ADORED the relationship between the boy and his grandmother. Yay for good family relationships! Sure, he’s in her care due to tragedy, but still such a good relationship. She embraces him, tells him stories, and they become partners in crime (quite literally). I also really appreciated the boy’s attitude. Sure it kind of sucks what happens to him, but he learns to embrace it and look at it in a positive light. Good example for kids, no?
Now, I must say that I think I would’ve LOVED it when I was younger. But reading it when I’m older does have a different effect. However, even as an adult, I truly appreciated what was written. I enjoyed every word I read and it made me feel like a kid again.
I just enjoyed it. I really did.
I read it because it was my brother’s favorite Roald Dahl book.
I now see why.