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The Roald Dahl Reading Dahlathon reading challenge!
Kids, ages 7-13:
Pick up your Official Reading Rournal here at the library!
While you’re at it, sign up for our Kids Club, Book Club for grades 2-3! This month’s book, The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me by Roald Dahl of course!
Read 3 Roald Dahl books by December. (If you join the book club, you will have already read one!)
Mail in the entry form from your Reading Journal to win prizes!
For more information and official rules, see Roalddahl.com
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Born in Llandaff, Wales
Favorite color was yellow
Favorite school subject was anything but history
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Roald Dahl month!This week I will be posting all about this wonderful author and his works. *
Many of Roald Dahl’s stories contain tidbits of song and poetry. These witty and humorous writings add to the rhythm and visualization of the story. The best part is that they can be enoyed by children and adults!
The following is from James and the Giant Peach. The Centipede starts off their adventure declaring:
“We may see a Creature with forty-nine heads
Who lives in the desolate snow,
And whenever he catches a cold (which he dreads)
He has forty-nine noses to blow.
“We may see the venomous Pink-Spotted Scrunch
Who can chew up a man with one bite.
It likes to eat five of them roasted for lunch
And eighteen for its supper at night.
“We may see a Dragon, and nobody knows
That we won’t see a Unicorn there.
We may see a terrible Monster with toes
Growing out of the tufts of his hair.
“We may see the sweet little Biddy-Bright Hen
So playful, so kind and well-bred;
And such beautiful eggs! You just boil them and then
They explode and they blow off your head.
“A Gnu and Gnocerous surely you’ll see
And that gnormous and gnorrible Gnat
Whose sting when it stings you goes in at the knee
And comes out through the top of your hat.
“We may even get lost and be frozen by frost.
We may die in an earthquake or tremor.
Or nastier still, we may even be tossed
On the horns of a furious Dilemma.
“But who cares! Let us go from this horrible hill!
Let us roll! Let us bowl! Let us plunge!
Let’s go rolling and bowling and spinning until
We’re away from old Spiker and Sponge!”