Now a week after making a post explaining some of the reasons for my delays in posting, I’ve fallen further behind. So, without further ado, I present George’s Marvellous Medicine.
There are so many people across the world—both children and adults alike—who have, at some point in their lives, been enthralled by one of Roald Dahl’s stories. Whether their favourite is Matilda or The Witches, you cannot deny that there’s an undefinable quality which sets Dahl’s work apart.
I cannot remember how exactly I came to love this book, only that each and every time I read it, I found myself entranced.
It was possibly the well-balanced recipe of rhymes, the ridiculous sense of things, and the not-quite reality that hung on each page. Of course, this is the magic which all good books possess in their own way; the ability to transport a person’s mind and illicit an emotional reaction. George’s Marvellous Medicine has never once failed to make me smile.