Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Matilda meet Dorrie
A big big day in our little lives. I read my Dorrie books to the Monster. These were my favourites when I was a kid. I always wanted to be a witch. I still do. The Monster liked pointing out the cat and the fille on each page (Joo, you're right, I should write something about her acquisition of two languages, but I fear that might require more brain power than I currently possess). The illustrations in these books are beautiful and my rubbishy photos don't do them justice.
The surprise for me was how I suddenly found myself relating to the Big Witch, Dorrie's mum. At one point she snaps at Dorrie:
"Not another word! I have two headaches at once and I do not want to hear excuses. SIT DOWN!"
Of course it turns out that the Big Witch should have listened to Dorrie all along. A lesson for me there.