I'm an old lady in disguise - dying inside to take over the world with my cat army, wear cashmere cardigan sweaters with pearl buttons, drink darjeeling and orange pekoe from eighth generation china, and kick sand at little children on the beach while simultaneously smoking a cigar. Freakish? Sad? Sadly, freakishly eccentric? Same.
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I’m pretty sure that if there’s something that you feel you can’t live without - something that, if gone, would leave a gaping wound in your psyche - and that something is a book…then Roald Dahl wrote it. Every frickin’ time.