Genre: Children’s Fiction, Middle-Grade
Published by Puffin Books
Captured by a giant! The BFG is no ordinary bone-crunching giant. He is far too nice and jumbly. It’s lucky for Sophie that he is. Had she been carried off in the middle of the night by the Bloodbottler, the Fleshlumpeater, the Bonecruncher, or any of the other giants-rather than the BFG-she would have soon become breakfast.
When Sophie hears that they are flush-bunking off in England to swollomp a few nice little chiddlers, she decides she must stop them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!
|My son certainly enjoyed this book as I read it to him every night. He thought it was amusing, weird [per his description,] and I could see him process the world as well as actions that Dahl wrote. If my son were reviewing this I’m pretty sure he would give it 5 stars.
He is not.
So, Dahl creates a believable world, our world with giants in it. Giants are believed to be nothing but a fairytale, horror stories to tell a child at night, except Sophie is awake during the Witching Hour and what she sees is a giant and the giant sees her! He scoops her up and brings her back to Giant Land!
He creates a visual of the giants, a language that is the BFG’s [Big Friendly Giant] as well as the other giants. He created this entire lore in regard to them and made it interesting, somewhat frightening and yet funny to a child’s mind.
The BFG, unlike the others, is a kind, sweet giant man and together he and Sophie set off into an adventure – albeit Sophie is a little hesitant and maybe a touch too snobby for my liking, but she soon warms up to the BFG and together they decide to make a difference.
While I can appreciate Dahl’s ingenuity in thinking up a language entirely belonging to the Giants [fizzbunkling, frobscottle, whizzpopping,] for my adult mind it was very difficult to wrap my head around and since I was reading this out loud my tongue did NOT want to cooperate. It was an element that most certainly did work for a child, though, I could see that in my son’s eyes.
A story that my son will cherish and remember, I think, even in his adulthood.