His fiercely protective grandmother does her absolute best to protect her grandson - arming him with enough knowledge to recognize and evade capture of one terrifyingly normal-looking neighborhood witch. They live in ordinary houses and they work in ORDINARY JOBS. REAL WITCHES dress in ordinary clothes and look very much like ordinary women.
THE WITCHES ROALD DAHL CHAPTER 4 HOW TO
We soon discovers how to recognize a witch - they have clawed hands which they hide under gloves, they disguise their toe-less feet in pointy shoes and their spit has a faint blueish sheen. He soon learns of the impossible - witches exist.Īnd they're sole joy in life is to find ways to make children disappear. After the tragic loss of his parents, a young boy goes to live with his much beloved grandmother. But-here comes the big "but"-not impossible. All I am saying is that she might be one. We soon discovers how to recognize a w I am not, of course, telling you for one second that your teacher actually is a witch. And they're sole joy in life is to find ways to make children disappear. He soon learns of the impossible - witches exist.
I am not, of course, telling you for one second that your teacher actually is a witch. I barely remember what happens in The Witches, but I love it simply because of what it represents to me.more And because of that, this book is what I think of when I consider censorship and how detrimental it is to our society. So the story ends well, but I always remember this incident when I see this book. Well, when my dad came to pick me up, he let this guy have it (yay Dad!) and I got a popsicle. If you've read the book, you know that Dahl doesn't exactly idealize witches. He was just going on and on about how young children shouldn't read about witchcraft because they might want to become witches, etc.
And he washed his hands afterwards, "to get rid of the filth." It was a library book. Then he went to the trash can and started ripping it up, page by page. When I showed it to him, his eyes got wide and he took the book from me. When I was ten or eleven, I was sitting in the playground at summer camp, minding my own business and reading this book, when one of the playground supervisers came and asked me what I was reading. He was just goi Warning: Extremely Long Review and Childhood Storytelling Warning: Extremely Long Review and Childhood Storytelling When I was ten or eleven, I was sitting in the playground at summer camp, minding my own business and reading this book, when one of the playground supervisers came and asked me what I was reading.
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