Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator was also picked out of a box because the husband hadn’t read it. Well, now he has. And I’ve reread it. It’s pretty much as enjoyable now as it was way back when. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a strange book, but I think Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator is just that little bit stranger.
I ended up rereading Going Solo because I had found it in a box (along with Waltzing through Flaws) and had given it to the husband with a «here you go, you need to read this» and he’d brought it to Vienna and was reading something else when I needed something to read and had put my own book (which I still haven’t finished) in the wrong bag. Uhm. Nice sentence, that.
Anyway. I’ve read Boy once, and as far as I can remember I found that pretty tedious. Going Solo, however, is charming and, amongst other things, leaves you wondering how on earth Hitler managed to get beaten by the allies, though I suppose someone in charge must have learned from their mistakes at some point after Dahl was invalided home. Or perhaps the allies were just more stubborn and won on the basis of sheer luck, which seems to be mainly what kept Dahl alive.