Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is

I Do Have A Blurred Memory Of Sitting On The Stairs And Trying Over And Over Again To Tie One Of My Shoelaces, But That Is All That Comes Back To Me Of School Itself.

The Bristol Channel Was Always My Guide, And I Was Always Able To Draw An Imaginary Line From My Bed To Our House Over In Wales. It Was A Great Comfort.

He Turned And Reached Behind Him For The Chocolate Bar, Then He Turned Back Again And Handed It To Charlie. Charlie Grabbed It And Quickly Tore Off The Wrapper And Took An Enormous Bite. Then He Took Another…and Another…and Oh, The Joy Of Being Able To Cram Large Pieces Of Something Sweet And Solid Into One's Mouth! The Sheer Blissful Joy Of Being Able To Fill One's Mouth With Rich Solid Food! 'you Look Like You Wanted That One, Sonny,' The Shopkeeper Said Pleasantly. Charlie Nodded, His Mouth Bulging With Chocolate.

I Don't Care If A Reader Hates One Of My Stories, Just As Long As He Finishes The Book.

I'm Wondering What To Read Next." Matilda Said. "i've Finished All The Children's Books.