How could I forgot. Yesterday was his birthday. The author who filled up my childhood, who made me divert harsh reality of life to a place where things were pretty and perfect, who made me into a nerd that I am today and whom Johnny Depp destroyed what Willy Wonka looked like in my mind when I was a little child. He is the only authour whose almost all books were read last time. Not even Enid Blyton, the authour who wrote "the rained hardly" instead of "heavily" and I was penalised in my primary school's English composition. Lets not digress. Mr Dahl is so special because most of his stories were based on his life, for example the cadbury thing in chocolate factory and this little girl called Sophie who is his grandaughter who became an astrayed model today or something. My favourite books are BFG, MAtilda, George marvelous medicine, James and the giant peach, the twits, the witches and the magic finger. I could still remember smelling the book first before reading. If those who have read the book would know how I think last time and what I am now. Damn huge impact! Therefore I love his books and memories went gushing into my brain thinking about the old memories.I would only require a carpet, yes it has to be a carpet and one of ROald Dahl's greates creations and I would be satisfied. Nonetheless, that does not give me a reason to write this post like a kid. Anyway fast forward to now..what have I been reading? "OXFORD HANDBOOK OF CARDIOLOGY" Fucked up world.
