BFG - book review

2019 Ended on a perfect note, nippy days and a beautiful, heartwarming tale about a giant and his little friend Sophie by Roald Dahl. It wouldn’t be exaggerating if I’d say that I fell in love with this book.

In the dead of the night, when BFG snatches away Sophie she is terrified, but soon she learns that he is a harmless, children loving, snozzcumber eating adorable giant, who is bullied and ridiculed by other giants in the giant country. So, what does this giant, who does not eat Human beans do when other giants are all busy gobbling either Turks who taste like Turkey or from Panama who tastes like hats or the English who taste wonderfully like crodscollop do? He drinks delicious bubbly Frobscottle tasting of vanilla and cream with just the faintest taste of raspberries on the edge of the flavour and then he Whizzpopps.

 His favourite pastime is to catch dreams, bottle them, mix them into a wonderful and happy dream and blow them into the room of the children when they are asleep.

According to BFG every dream in the world makes music and it is through this music that he can hear the dreams. He strives to make such a lovely comparison between dreams and music. ‘Music is saying something to them. It is sending a message. I do not think the human beans is knowing what that message is, but they is loving it just the same.’ Is one such sentence that I simply loved.

Now BFG and Sophie decide that they need to stop these other giants from eating other people all over the world and conjure a brilliant a plan involving the Queen in it.

This book is all about friendship, dreams and believing in people or rather giants I should say. It has certain wonderful sentences like:

‘The matter with human beans is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles.’

‘I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.’

'Words, is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life…. I  know exactly what words I am wanting to say, but somehow or other they is always getting squiff-squiddled around.’

 They are bound to make the reader pause for a while and wonder.

The journey from England to Giant country and back again is a joyous ride with certain stupendous words like scrumdidlumptious, gobblefunk, hippodumplings, crocadowndillies, telly-telly bunkum box, gloriumptious and many more which is bound to warm your heart accompanied by a smile all through.