The boys loved Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and so I immediately went looking for the sequel, which I dimly remembered from my childhood. On the whole I'm rather sorry I did, because it's a lesser book altogether. The book contains two mostly disconnected stories of only moderate interest, a few verbal gems, and vast dollops of cynicism with regard to the office of the President of the United States. It's not that I regard the President to be beyond criticism; it's just that I don't really think cynicism about our society and its institutions is proper in a book I'm reading to an eight-year-old and his little brother. My fault; I should have re-read it myself before starting it with David and James.
That said, the Vermicious Knids are pretty cool, and I rather like the Nurse's song about how her charge became President:
And now that I am eighty-nine,Posted by Will Duquette at February 22, 2005 06:14 PM
It's too late to repent.
The fault was mine the little swine
Became the President.
Phil W said:
Perhaps, she would prefer he become a mattress taster.