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Matilda (Colour Edition)

Press: Puffin; Colour ed edition (June 25, 2013)
Author Name:Dahl, Roald


"A true genius . 
Roald Dahl is my hero" David Walliams Matilda's parents have called her some terrible things, but the truth is she's a genius and they're the stupid ones.
Underestimating Matilda proves to be a big mistake as they, along with her spiteful headmistress, Miss Trunchbull, soon find out when Matilda discovers she has a very special power.

From Publishers Weekly

Matilda is an extraordinarily gifted four-year-old whose parentsa crass, dishonest used-car dealer and a self-centered, blowsy bingo addictregard her as "nothing more than a scab." Life with her beastly parents is bearable only because Matilda teaches herself to read, finds the public library, and discovers literature. 
Also, Matilda loves using her lively intelligence to perpetrate daring acts of revenge on her father.
This pastime she further develops when she enrolls in Crunchem Hall Primary School, whose headmistress, Miss Trunchbull, is "a fierce tyrannical monster .
." Adults may cringe at Dahl's excesses in describing the cruel Miss Trunchbull, as well as his reliance on overextended characterization at the expense of plot development.
Children, however, with their keenly developed sense of justice, will relish the absolutes of stupidity, greed, evil and might versus intelligence, courage and goodness.
They also will sail happily through the contrived, implausible ending.
Dahl's phenomenal popularity among children speaks for his breathless storytelling charms; his fans won't be disappointed by Matilda.
Blake's droll pen-and-ink sketches extend the exaggerated humor.
Ages 9-11.
Copyright 1988 Reed Business Information, Inc.

--This text refers to the Audio Cassette edition.

From School Library Journal

Grade 4-6 Dahl's latest piece of madcap mayhem is a story filled with the elements that his fans cravesardonic humor, the evilest of villians, the most virtuous of heroines, and children who eventually defeat those big bad grown-ups. 
In this book, Matilda isn't just smart, she is ``extra-ordinary.
.sensitive and brilliant,'' reading Great Expectations as a four year old.
Unfortunately, her TV-addict parents neither recognize nor appreciate their daughter's genius.
Neglected Matilda finds mentors in librarian Mrs.
Phelps and teacher Miss Honey, a woman as sweet as her name implies.
Miss Honey, Matilda, and other students are tormented by the child-hating headmistress Trunchbull.
Trunchbull has also cheated orphaned niece Miss Honey out of her rightful inheritance, leaving the teacher in extreme poverty.
Having practiced revenge techniques on her father, Matilda now applies her untapped mental powers to rid the school of Trunchbull and restore Miss Honey's financial security.
If the conclusion is a bit too rapid, the transitions between Matilda's home and school life a bit choppy, and the writing style not as even as in some of Dahl's earlier titles, young readers won't mind.
Dahl has written another fun and funny book with a child's perspective on an adult world.
As usual, Blake's comical sketches are the perfect complement to the satirical humor.
This may not be a teacher's or principal's first choice as a classroom read-aloud, but children will be waiting in line to read it.
Heide Piehler, Shorewood Public Lib .
, Wis.Copyright 1988 Reed Business Information, Inc.

--This text refers to the Audio Cassette edition.


A true genius - Roald Dahl is my hero! David Walliams

--This text refers to the Audio Cassette edition.

About the Author

Quentin Blake is one of Britain's most successful illustrators. 
He has illustrated nearly three hundred books and he was Roald Dahl's favourite illustrator.
He has won many awards including the Whitbread Award and the Kate Greenaway Medal and taught for over twenty years at the Royal College of Art.
In 1999 he became the first ever Children's Laureate and in 2013 he was knighted in the New Year's Honours.

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The Trunchbull let out a yell. . .The Trunchbull lifted the water-jug and poured some water into her glass. 
And suddenly, with the water, out came the long slimy newt straight into the glass, plop!The Trunchbull let out a yell and leapt off her chair as though a firecracker had gone off underneath her.She stared at the creature twisting and wriggling in the glass.
The fires of fury and hatred were smouldering in the Trunchbull’s small black eyes.“Matilda!” she barked.
“Stand up!”“Who, me?” Matilda said.
“What have I done?”“Stand up, you disgusting little cockroach! You filthy little maggot! You are a vile, repellent, malicious little brute!” The Trunchbull was shouting.
“You are not fit to be in this school! You ought to be behind bars, that’s where you ought to be! I shall have the prefects chase you down the corridor and out of the front-door with hockey-sticks!”The Trunchbull was in such a rage that her face had taken on a boiled colour and little flecks of froth were gathering at the corners of her mouth.
But Matilda was also beginning to see red.
She had had absolutely nothing to do with the beastly creature in the glass.
By golly, she thought, that rotten Trunchbull isn’t going to pin this one on me!Puffin Books by Roald DahlThe BFGBoy: Tales of ChildhoodCharlie and the Chocolate FactoryCharlie and the Great Glass ElevatorDanny the Champion of the WorldDirty BeastsThe Enormous CrocodileEsio TrotFantastic Mr.
FoxGeorge’s Marvelous MedicineThe Giraffe and the Pelly and MeGoing SoloJames and the Giant PeachThe Magic FingerMatildaThe MinpinsRoald Dahl’s Revolting RhymesThe TwitsThe Vicar of NibbleswickeThe WitchesThe Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six MoreRoald  DahlMatildaillustrated by Quentin BlakePUFFIN BOOKSFor Michael and LucyThe Reader of BooksMr Wormwood, the Great Car DealerThe Hat and the SuperglueThe GhostArithmeticThe Platinum-Blond ManMiss HoneyThe TrunchbullThe ParentsThrowing the HammerBruce Bogtrotter and the CakeLavenderThe Weekly TestThe First MiracleThe Second MiracleMiss Honey’s CottageMiss Honey’s StoryThe NamesThe PracticeThe Third MiracleA New HomeThe Reader of BooksIt’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers.
Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.Some parents go further.
They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this.
It’s the way of the world.
It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, “Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!”School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports.
If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents.
“Your son Maximilian”, I would write, “is a total wash-out.
I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else.” Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, “It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen.
Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all.”I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, “The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of sunlight and air.
Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis.” A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, “Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.” I think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class.
But enough of that.
We have to get on.Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones.
Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents.
They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab.
A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away.
Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that.It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant.
Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant.
Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of parents.
But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter.
To tell the truth, I doubt they would have noticed had she crawled into the house with a broken leg.Matilda’s brother Michael was a perfectly normal boy, but the sister, as I said, was something to make your eyes pop.
By the age of one and a half her speech was perfect and she knew as many words as most grown-ups.
The parents, instead of applauding her, called her a noisy chatterbox and told her sharply that small girls should be seen and not heard.By the time she was three, Matilda had taught herself to read by studying newspapers and magazines that lay around the house.
At the age of four, she could read fast and well and she naturally began hankering after books.
The only book in the whole of this enlightened household was something called Easy Cooking belonging to her mother, and when she had read this from cover to cover and had learnt all the recipes by heart, she decided she wanted something more interesting.“Daddy,” she said, “do you think you could buy me a book?”“A book?” he said.
“What d’you want a flaming book for?”“To read, Daddy.”“What’s wrong with the telly, for heaven’s sake? We’ve got a lovely telly with a twelve-inch screen and now you come asking for a book! You’re getting spoiled, my girl!”Nearly every weekday afternoon Matilda was left alone in the house.
Her brother (five years older than her) went to school.
Her father went to work and her mother went out playing bingo in a town eight miles away.
Mrs Wormwood was hooked on bingo and played it five afternoons a week.
On the afternoon of the day when her father had refused to buy her a book, Matilda set out all by herself to walk to the public library in the village.
When she arrived, she introduced herself to the librarian, Mrs Phelps.
She asked if she might sit awhile and read a book.
Mrs Phelps, slightly taken aback at the arrival of such a tiny girl unaccompanied by a parent, nevertheless told her she was very welcome.“Where are the children’s books please?” Matilda asked.“They’re over there on those lower shelves,” Mrs Phelps told her.
“Would you like me to help you find a nice one with lots of pictures in it?”“No, thank you,” Matilda said.
“I’m sure I can manage.”From then on, every afternoon, as soon as her mother had left for bingo, Matilda would toddle down to the library.
The walk took only ten minutes and this allowed her two glorious hours sitting quietly by herself in a cosy corner devouring one book after another.
When she had read every single children’s book in the place, she started wandering round in search of something else.Mrs Phelps, who had been watching her with fascination for the past few weeks, now got up from her desk and went over to her.
“Can I help you, Matilda?” she asked.“I’m wondering what to read next,” Matilda said.
“I’ve finished all the children’s books.”“You mean you’ve looked at the pictures?”“Yes, but I’ve read the books as well.”Mrs Phelps looked down at Matilda from her great height and Matilda looked right back up at her.“I thought some were very poor,” Matilda said, “but others were lovely.
I liked The Secret Garden best of all.
It was full of mystery.
The mystery of the room behind the closed door and the mystery of the garden behind the big wall.”Mrs Phelps was stunned.
“Exactly how old are you, Matilda?” she asked.“Four years and three months,” Matilda said.Mrs Phelps was more stunned than ever, but she had the sense not to show it.
“What sort of a book would you like to read next?” she asked.Matilda said, “I would like a really good one that grown-ups read.
A famous one.
I don’t know any names.”Mrs Phelps looked along the shelves, taking her time.
She didn’t quite know what to bring out.
How, she asked herself, does one choose a famous grown-up book for a four-year-old girl? Her first thought was to pick a young teenager’s romance of the kind that is written for fifteen-year-old schoolgirls, but for some reason she found herself instinctively walking past that particular shelf.“Try this,” she said at last.
“It’s very famous and very good.
If it’s too long for you, just let me know and I’ll find something shorter and a bit easier.”“Great Expectations,” Matilda read, “by Charles Dickens.
I’d love to try it.”I must be mad, Mrs Phelps told herself, but to Matilda she said, “Of course you may try it.”Over the next few afternoons Mrs Phelps could hardly take her eyes from the small girl sitting for hour after hour in the big armchair at the far end of the room with the book on her lap.
It was necessary to rest it on the lap because it was too heavy for her to hold up, which meant she had to sit leaning forward in order to read.
And a strange sight it was, this tiny dark-haired person sitting there with her feet nowhere near touching the floor, totally absorbed in the wonderful adventures of Pip and old Miss Havisham and her cobwebbed house and by the spell of magic that Dickens the great story-teller had woven with his words.
The only movement from the reader was the lifting of the hand every now and then to turn over a page, and Mrs Phelps always felt sad when the time came for her to cross the floor and say, “It’s ten to five, Matilda.”During the first week of Matilda’s visits Mrs Phelps had said to her, “Does your mother walk you down here every day and then take you home?”“My mother goes to Aylesbury every afternoon to play bingo,” Matilda had said.
“She doesn’t know I come here.”“But that’s surely not right,” Mrs Phelps said.
“I think you’d better ask her.”“I’d rather not,” Matilda said.
“She doesn’t encourage reading books.
Nor does my father.”“But what do they expect you to do every afternoon in an empty house?”“Just mooch around and watch the telly.”“I see.”“She doesn’t really care what I do,” Matilda said a little sadly.Mrs Phelps was concerned about the child’s safety on the walk through the fairly busy village High Street and the crossing of the road, but she decided not to interfere.Within a week, Matilda had finished Great Expectations which in that edition contained four hundred and eleven pages.
“I loved it,” she said to Mrs Phelps.
“Has Mr Dickens written any others?”“A great number,” said the astounded Mrs Phelps.
“Shall I choose you another?”Over the next six months, under Mrs Phelps’s watchful and compassionate eye, Matilda read the following books:Nicholas Nickleby by Charles DickensOliver Twist by Charles DickensJane Eyre by Charlotte BrontëPride and Prejudice by Jane AustenTess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas HardyGone to Earth by Mary WebbKim by Rudyard KiplingThe Invisible Man by H.
WellsThe Old Man and the Sea by Ernest HemingwayThe Sound and the Fury by William FaulknerThe Grapes of Wrath by John SteinbeckThe Good Companions by J.
PriestleyBrighton Rock by Graham GreeneAnimal Farm by George OrwellIt was a formidable list and by now Mrs Phelps was filled with wonder and excitement, but it was probably a good thing that she did not allow herself to be completely carried away by it all.
Almost anyone else witnessing the achievements of this small child would have been tempted to make a great fuss and shout the news all over the village and beyond, but not so Mrs Phelps.
She was someone who minded her own business and had long since discovered it was seldom worth while to interfere with other people’s children.“Mr Hemingway says a lot of things I don’t understand,” Matilda said to her.
“Especially about men and women.
But I loved it all the same.
The way he tells it I feel I am right there on the spot watching it all happen.”“A fine writer will always make you feel that,” Mrs Phelps said.
“And don’t worry about the bits you can’t understand.
Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music.”“I will, I will.”“Did you know”, Mrs Phelps said, “that public libraries like this allow you to borrow books and take them home?”“I didn’t know that,” Matilda said.
“Could I do it?”“Of course,” Mrs Phelps said.
“When you have chosen the book you want, bring it to me so I can make a note of it and it’s yours for two weeks.
You can take more than one if you wish.”From then on, Matilda would visit the library only once a week in order to take out new books and return the old ones.
Her own small bedroom now became her reading-room and there she would sit and read most afternoons, often with a mug of hot chocolate beside her.
She was not quite tall enough to reach things around the kitchen, but she kept a small box in the outhouse which she brought in and stood on in order to get whatever she wanted.
Mostly it was hot chocolate she made, warming the milk in a saucepan on the stove before mixing it.
Occasionally she made Bovril or Ovaltine.
It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons.
The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.
She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad.
She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling.
She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.Mr Wormwood, the Great Car DealerMatilda’s parents owned quite a nice house with three bedrooms upstairs, while on the ground floor there was a dining-room and a living-room and a kitchen.
Her father was a dealer in second-hand cars and it seemed he did pretty well at it.“Sawdust”, he would say proudly, “is one of the great secrets of my success.
And it costs me nothing.
I get it free from the sawmill.”“What do you use it for?” Matilda asked him.“Ha!” the father said.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”“I don’t see how sawdust can help you to sell second-hand cars, daddy.”“That’s because you’re an ignorant little twit,” the father said.
His speech was never very delicate but Matilda was used to it.
She also knew that he liked to boast and she would egg him on shamelessly.“You must be very clever to find a use for something that costs nothing,” she said.
“I wish I could do it.”“You couldn’t,” the father said.
“You’re too stupid.
But I don’t mind telling young Mike here about it seeing he’ll be joining me in the business one day.” Ignoring Matilda, he turned to his son and said, “I’m always glad to buy a car when some fool has been crashing the gears so badly they’re all worn out and rattle like mad.
I get it cheap.
Then all I do is mix a lot of sawdust with the oil in the gear-box and it runs as sweet as a nut.”“How long will it run like that before it starts rattling again?” Matilda asked him.“Long enough for the buyer to get a good distance away,” the father said, grinning.
“About a hundred miles.”“But that’s dishonest, daddy,” Matilda said.
“It’s cheating.”“No one ever got rich being honest,” the father said.
“Customers are there to be diddled.”Mr Wormwood was a small ratty-looking man whose front teeth stuck out underneath a thin ratty moustache.
He liked to wear jackets with large brightly-coloured checks and he sported ties that were usually yellow or pale green.
“Now take mileage for instance,” he went on.
“Anyone who’s buying a second-hand car, the first thing he wants to know is how many miles it’s done.
Right?”“Right,” the son said.“So I buy an old dump that’s got about a hundred and fifty thousand miles on the clock.
I get it cheap.
But no one’s going to buy it with a mileage like that, are they? And these days you can’t just take the speedometer out and fiddle the numbers back like you used to ten years ago.
They’ve fixed it so it’s impossible to tamper with it unless you’re a ruddy watchmaker or something.
So what do I do? I use my brains, laddie, that’s what I do.”“How?” young Michael asked, fascinated.
He seemed to have inherited his father’s love of crookery.“I sit down and say to myself, how can I convert a mileage reading of one hundred and fifty thousand into only ten thousand without taking the speedometer to pieces? Well, if I were to run the car backwards for long enough then obviously that would do it.
The numbers would click backwards, wouldn’t they? But who’s going to drive a flaming car in reverse for thousands and thousands of miles? You couldn’t do it!”“Of course you couldn’t,” young Michael said.“So I scratch my head,” the father said.
“I use my brains.
When you’ve been given a fine brain like I have, you’ve got to use it.
And all of a sudden, the answer hits me.
I tell you, I felt exactly like that other brilliant fellow must have felt when he discovered penicillin.
‘Eureka!’ I cried.
‘I’ve got it!’”“What did you do, dad?” the son asked him.“The speedometer”, Mr Wormwood said, “is run off a cable that is coupled up to one of the front wheels.
So first I disconnect the cable where it joins the front wheel.
Next, I get one of those high-speed electric drills and I couple that up to the end of the cable in such a way that when the drill turns, it turns the cable backwards.
You got me so far? You following me?”“Yes, daddy,” young Michael said.

--This text refers to the Audio Cassette edition.


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  •     The book Matilda was published in 1988 before the author, Roald Dahl's death in 1990. It is about a little girl named Matilda who had mean parents. The girl was amazing, however, as she learned to read and write at the age ONE AND A HALF! She loved books, and every day when her father went to fix cars (not technically) and her mother left for Bingo, she would go to the public library to read books. At first, she read children's books. But then, she read all of them and started on adult books like the ones by Charles Dickens. She went into a school, and she had a teacher named Miss Honey and a perfectly vicious headmistress named the Trunchbull. Later she finds out The Trunchbull was Miss Honey's Guardian and aunt! She uses her brainpower ( literally a sort of force) to chase the mean Trunchbull out and help Miss Honey. Then, RIGHT after she helps Miss Honey, Their parents leave for Spain, because Matilda's father was in hot persuit from the cops for tricking people and pretending to fix other people's cars for money. However, Matilda convinces her parents to give permission to stay with Miss Honey. And everyone became happy.I love this book, because it's really funny. Also, I think the plot is very smoothly planned and natural, so I give this book a five star and a big hand.

  •     Good story-telling! Love Roald Dahl.

  •     it was fun and coool it made me cry tho loved it

  •     Matilda is a modern tale that has many elements of the old folk European stories, with angelical vs evil people who you immediately love and hate, and an air of defiance of the adult world that hooks up children. What separates Matilda from old fairy tales is that, despite the character being a female heroine, the story doesn't want to turn her into a princess, into a girlfriend, or into a male character's attachment. Matilda is brilliant because she is an individual and knows what she wants.The book speaks about the importance of family values and being brought up properly, and about the the importance of your willpower and education to overcome any struggle and become your best self. Also, you get in life as much as the effort you put in achieving your goals, you get what you focus on, your willpower can move mountains.The book reads effortlessly and fast, and it is truly enjoyable. A classic of children literature, and very important to reinforce positive female roles in a world that wants to turn little girls into little empty dolls.I like Quentin Blake's illustrations style, but they don't resonate with me with regards to Matilda; perhaps because I imagine Matilda very different from the character we find drawn in the book. This is a personal preference, of course.

  •     Gift for granddaughter! Loved it.

  •     Imaginative and creative, teaches a child to believe and be strong. Teaches politeness a and kindness and that education beats everything in the end

  •     I love this book so much! I first read it in 4th grade due to my teachers recommendation! And when I saw the movie coming out, I had to order it to read to my son!

  •     I thought I read this when I was younger because I remembered part of the ending (but nothing else) but it turns out I’ve only been read this story when I was younger by my...

  •     Hi, I'm a ten year old girl who has read the book The Twits, by Roald Dahl. It's disgusting in a way, exciting, and funny. The BFG was as good as The Twits, but it wasn't disgusting. The Twits are people that have three monkeys. They hate children. They make bird pie. Mrs. Twit has a glass eye. Mr. Twit has food in his beard which was very long. I would recommend this book to people that like funny, exciting, and disgusting books.

  •     It is a very delightful movie and was so enjoyable I had to read the book. The characters are fun and the storyline is very entertaining.

  •     Such a great book. Great read aloud. We read it twice and saw the movie after that.

  •     I am a ten-year old girl and I thought The BFG was a great book. I loved how some of the chapters made me laugh out loud. It was a very creative book and I always looked forward to reading it. I've read many books and The BFG was definitely one of my favorites. I decided to read The BFG because I saw an advertisement on TV for the movie. I'm glad I did! I would definitely -and no question about it- recommend it to a friend!

  •     You should read Matilda by Roald Dahl it will make you feel happy. They talk funny, like calling the principal the headmistress, but that did not bother me. It is a good book. Boys should read it. Girls should read it. Grown-ups should read it. Only people that hate children and are principals that pick kids up by their ears and throw them around should not read this book.Matilda is a nice kid and lives in a big and nice house. Her dad is a bad guy and he buys stolen cars and fixes them up. Matilda’s mom goes out to bingo every day and leaves her home alone. Matilda is a really smart kid. She is smarter than every kid in her school. She has read all the books in the local library. The coolest thing about Matilda is that she can move stuff with her eyes. Really. Listen to this from the book: “She concentrated the whole of her mind and her brain and her will up into her eyes….and then the millions of tiny invisible arms with hands on them were shooting towards the glass, and without making any sound at all she kept on shouting inside her head for the glass to go over. She saw it wobble, then it tilted, then it toppled right over and fell with a tinkle on the table-top not twelve inches from Miss Honey’s folded arms.”Miss Honey is very nice to kids of all ages. She is a very sweet person. Miss Honey is Matilda’s Kindergarten teacher. She wants to put Matilda in a class where she will actually learn something new. Miss Trunchbull would not allow that. So Miss Honey went to the other teachers and got Matilda some books to read. She let Matilda read during class. Miss Honey tries to protect the children. She says in the book: “A word of warning to you all … The Headmistress is very strict about everything. Make sure your clothes are clean, your faces are clean and your hands are clean. Speak only when spoken to. When she asks you a question, stand up at once before you answer it. Never argue with her. Never answer back. Never try to be funny. If you do you will make her angry, and when the Headmistress gets angry you had better watch out.” She tries to protect them but needs Matilda’s help.Miss Trunchbull is the principal of the school Matilda goes to. Miss Trunchbull is very mean to children. She picks them up by their ears and throws them around. She also picks them up by their hair and holds them there until they do what she says. She always screams at children instead of talking. The worst thing is that she does things so crazy that the school kid’s parents will never believe what the kids say and Miss Trunchbull will never get in trouble. But the very worst part is that she is the aunt of Matilda’s teacher, Miss Honey. Matilda always outsmarts Miss Trunchbull. Matilda made the chalk of the blackboard move by using her eyes. She made Miss Trunchbull think the ghost of Miss Honey’s father wrote her a note. It scared her so much she ran away.Roald Dahl wrote the book so it made me think I was really there. When he was 8 the principal hit him with a stick for putting a dead mouse in a jawbreaker jar. He was sent to boarding school and he missed his mom very much. He used his real life experience to make his book so very good.

  •     As promised!

  •     I am a nine year old girl and I thought that witches is a good book because it was about a little boy whose grandma told stories about witches.


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