I will not pretend I wasn’t petrified. I was. But mixed in with the awful fear was a glorious feeling of excitement. Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us to death. They wouldn’t be exciting if they didn’t. I sat very stiff and upright in my seat, gripping the steering-wheel tight with both hands. My eyes were about level with the top of the steering-wheel. I could have done with a cushion to raise me up higher, but it was too late for that.
Danny and his widowed father live a long in a tiny gypsy caravan parked behind his father’s filling station and garage. Danny absolutely worships his father who seems annoyingly good at everything to do with both cars and parenting. Oh, and to make things worse, the book ends with the following message to child readers: When you grow up and have children of your own do please remember something important. A stodgy parent is no fun at all. What a child wants and deserves is a parent who is SPARKY.” Way to make a mummy feel inadequate!
Anyway, Danny’s father has a secret vice, and it leads to a Great Adventure. And yes it actually is exciting, even for grownups – I was reading this book for at least the second time and even I was on the edge of my seat more than once. :)
Here’s an Amazon link.
I read my own.
17 March 2008 at 1:41 am
I loved that one. Dahl in his kinder gentler mode. You really get the love between the boy and his father, which is actually sort of rare. And then the usual incredibly awful people you find in Dahl’s books–the abusive teacher, and of course the vile pheasant owner, with his Rolls Royce.
It’s kind of classic villainy–I mean, if I remember correctly he -literally- *kicks a dog*–but it’s so, so satisfying when he gets his comeuppance…