Mar 31, 2010 19:37
I took a long bath this morning, and since the next book on my to read-pile is a borrowed book, I grabbed something thin from the bookshelf for reading. I thought I was grabbing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for a re-read, but when I got down to the bathroom and looked at the book, I realized I had picked Charlie and the Glass Elevator instead. That was probably for the best, since when I started reading I remembered that I actually re-read (or at least skimmed through) the chocolate factory recently, while I've never read the sequel.
To make a short story shorter, I read the entire book in the bath and the water didn't even get too cold before I was done. It was a cute little story, completely unrelated to anything that happened in the choccie factory and not nearly as inspired. I can understand perfectly why I hadn't even heard of it a few years ago, and why nobody ever makes movies out of it (or why I haven't heard of those movies, if someone actually has made them).
I loved the chocolate factory when I was little, and I'm quite glad nobody tried to recommend this novel as a "sequel". That would have been a huge disappointment. It's not horribly bad, it's just nothing like the chocolate factory. It's not very good either, but I'm glad I read it - it didn't take longer than a longish bath and now I know what all the lack of fuss is about.