As a child, I loved nothing more than curling up with a Roald Dahl book and going for a ride in his world of wacky and wonderful characters. It was a place where my imagination could run wild and nothing was impossible.
Starting with George’s Marvelous Medicine, moving onto The BFG, The Twits and then The Witches, I read each and every book cover to cover, again and again and again. But all Dahl’s works paled in comparison to my love for one book.
Matilda.
I wanted to be Matilda. Funny, smart, witty and wickedly clever. Matilda instilled in me the idea that adults aren’t always right. That being a kid is brilliant and that if you push yourself enough, you can achieve extraordinary things.