I loved Roald Dahl books when I was a kid, and still do. I think he was great. My favourite was Danny the Champion of the World, which was about a boy who lives with his father in a gypsy caravan, at a service station. It was a beauty.
I have two identical copies, both given to me when I was about nine or ten. My mum went interstate, and brought the book back for me as a present. Dad later also went interstate and brought me back another one! There have been times when I have thought of getting rid of one, but I always chicken out. Even though I don't know who gave me which one, I feel like I would be choosing one parent over another. So I'm stuck with two.
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