The Bfg by Roald DahlThe Bfg by Roald Dahl

The Bfg

byRoald DahlIllustratorQuentin Blake

Paperback | May 24, 2016

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Phizzwhizzing new cover look and branding for the World's NUMBER ONE Storyteller WIGGLE YOUR EARS! This new edition includes MAKE-YOUR-OWN GIANT EARS for dress-up! On a dark, silvery moonlit night, Sophie is snatched from her bed by a giant. Luckily it is the Big Friendly Giant, the BFG, who only eats snozzcumbers and glugs frobscottle. But there are other giants in Giant Country. Fifty foot brutes who gallop far and wide every night to find human beans to eat. Can Sophie and her friend the BFG stop them? Let's hope so - otherwise the next child a gruesome giant guzzles could be YOU. Also look out for new Roald Dahl apps in the App store and Google Play- including the disgusting TWIT OR MISS! and HOUSE OF TWITS inspired by the revolting Twits.
Quentin Blake has illustrated more than three hundred books and was Roald Dahl's favourite illustrator. In 1980 he won the prestigious Kate Greenaway Medal. In 1999 he became the first ever Children's Laureate and in 2013 he was knighted for services to illustration.
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Title:The BfgFormat:PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 7.76 × 5.03 × 0.6 inPublished:May 24, 2016Publisher:Penguin UkLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0141365420

ISBN - 13:9780141365428

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from I wish I was friends with the BFG! Roald Dahl is most definitely one of my favorite authors. Every one of his books is consistently imaginative, hilarious, and enjoyable. This one is no exception and it comes with a fun little twist right at the end!
Date published: 2017-10-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hilarious story This is a great read aloud story for children and adults
Date published: 2017-08-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Read Aloud! This book was chosen to be the 2016 Global Read Aloud for upper elementary. Being a 4th grade teacher, my students loved this book. They thoroughly enjoyed all the characters, but their favourite character of all was the BFG. A great read!
Date published: 2017-08-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from MY ALL-TIME FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD AUTHOR Are you kidding me? A Roald Dahl book, and I am not gonna read it? I read this book in Grade 4 or 5, after I became obsessed with this author, and what can I tell you, his work is inventive, hilarious, imaginative, creative, and did I mention hilarious?! I love this guy and this book SOO MUCH!! This book represents my childhood! THE BFG is a must-read for all kids and even adults who missed this read!! The dialogue, characters, and events that happen in the book are so imaginative, and creative, you constantly want to discover what happens to them and root for them in the story! This book was a definite page-turner for me and I highly recommend it for children! Awesome!!! Just amazing!! A true author! I would read it again and again, if I had the time.
Date published: 2017-06-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Ever wonder how people taste? Your kid will, after reading this book.
Date published: 2017-05-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Favourite book as a child I loved everything about this story when I was young. From the characters, to the plot, and even the world itself was enchanting and magical
Date published: 2017-05-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Adorable This book I remember reading while in elementary school. It's a adorable book and I have yet to see the movie
Date published: 2017-03-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Classic! Good to read before watching the new movie!
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The BFG Also a very good book by roald dahl.
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Love the story. Great for children
Date published: 2017-03-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from My favourite! I love this book about the giant vegetarian hippy and his best friend.
Date published: 2017-02-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from better than the movie I was totally bummed watching the movie at the fact they had to leave out some major details but obviously it would have been too scary had they left parts of the novel in there. I love this book so much more now and I'm surprised at how much I actually retained since the first time I read it!
Date published: 2017-02-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Sophie is a true hero I love this book so much. Sophie is a strong, brave little girl that befriends a giant. Roald Dahls writing is fun and quirky. I love the illustrations! #plumreview
Date published: 2017-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fun A fun, exciting read ! I remember my fifth grade teacher reading us this book, and I loved it so much that I had to buy my own copy!
Date published: 2017-02-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from a great roald dahl book one of the ones most removed from his antipathy and pathological hate of children, lol. Take from that what you will.
Date published: 2017-02-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book One of my favorite Roald Dahl books. I can't wait to share it with my child in the near future.
Date published: 2016-12-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Nice book for kids My niece so much love this book. Great story and imagination.
Date published: 2016-11-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Super fun story! Not my favourite Dahl story, but it is great nonetheless. Very fun and whimsical.
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book! If you haven't read this as a child, you should do so now! Roald Dahl has such an interesting style of writing, and the BFG doesn't disappoint. Reading his books as a young girl, they bough whimsy and magic to my life, and I still love this book, and Dahl's other stories, today.
Date published: 2016-11-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Roald Dahl is amazing Roald Dahl is a creative genius. He always brings a unique, wacky story that ends up warming your heart at the end. Read this book along time ago and decided to re-read it before the Disney movie came out and boy did it bring me back to when I was in elementary. Every child should be forced to read Roalds books. Just amazing.
Date published: 2016-07-03

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The Witching Hour   Sophie couldn't sleep.   A brilliant moonbeam was slanting through a gap in the curtains. It was shining right on to her pillow.   The other children in the dormitory had been asleep for hours.   Sophie closed her eyes and lay quite still. She tried very hard to doze off.   It was no good. The moonbeam was like a silver blade slicing through the room onto her face.   The house was absolutely silent. No voices came up from downstairs. There were no footsteps on the floor above either.   The window behind the curtain was wide open, but nobody was walking on the pavement outside. No cars went by on the street. Not the tiniest sound could be heard anywhere. Sophie had never known such a silence.   Perhaps, she told herself, this was what they called the witching hour.   The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world to themselves.   ***   The moonbeam was brighter than ever on Sophie's pillow. She decided to get out of bed and close the gap in the curtains.   You got punished if you were caught out of bed after lights-out. Even if you said you had to go to the lavatory, that was not accepted as an excuse and they punished you just the same. But there was no one about now, Sophie was sure of that.   She reached out for her glasses that lay on the chair beside her bed. They had steel rims and very thick lenses, and she could hardly see a thing without them. She put them on, then she slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the window.   When she reached the curtains, Sophie hesitated. She longed to duck underneath them and lean out of the window to see what the world looked like now that the witching hour was at hand.   She listened again. Everywhere it was deathly still.   The longing to look out became so strong she couldn't resist it. Quickly, she ducked under the curtains and leaned out of the window.   In the silvery moonlight, the village street she knew so well seemed completely different. The houses looked bent and crooked, like houses in a fairy tale. Everything was pale and ghostly and milky-white.   Across the road, she could see Mrs Rance's shop, where you bought buttons and wool and bits of elastic. It didn't look real. There was something dim and misty about that too.   Sophie allowed her eye to travel further and further down the street.   Suddenly she froze. There was something coming up the street on the opposite side.   It was something black . . .   Something tall and black . . .   Something very tall and very black and very thin.   Who? It wasn't a human. It couldn't be. It was four times as tall as the tallest human. It was so tall its head was higher than the upstairs windows of the houses. Sophie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her throat, like her whole body, was frozen with fright.   This was the witching hour all right.   The tall black figure was coming her way. It was keeping very close to the houses across the street, hiding in the shadowy places where there was no moonlight.   On and on it came, nearer and nearer. But it was moving in spurts. It would stop, then it would move on, then it would stop again.   But what on earth was it doing?   Ah-ha! Sophie could see now what it was up to. It was stopping in front of each house. It would stop and peer into the upstairs window of each house in the street. It actually had to bend down to peer into the upstairs windows. That's how tall it was.   It would stop and peer in. Then it would slide on to the next house and stop again, and peer in, and so on all along the street.   It was much closer now and Sophie could see it more clearly.   Looking at it carefully, she decided it had to be some kind of PERSON. Obviously it was not a human. But it was definitely a PERSON.   A GIANT PERSON, perhaps.   Sophie stared hard across the misty moonlit street. The Giant (if that was what he was) was wearing a long BLACK CLOAK.   In one hand he was holding what looked like a VERY LONG, THIN TRUMPET.   In the other hand, he held a LARGE SUITCASE.   The Giant had stopped now right in front of Mr and Mrs Goochey's house. The Goocheys had a greengrocer's shop in the middle of the High Street, and the family lived above the shop. The two Goochey children slept in the upstairs front room, Sophie knew that.   The Giant was peering through the window into the room where Michael and Jane Goochey were sleeping. From across the street, Sophie watched and held her breath.   ***   She saw the Giant step back a pace and put the suitcase down on the pavement. He bent over and opened the suitcase. He took something out of it. It looked like a glass jar, one of those square ones with a screw top. He unscrewed the top of the jar and poured what was in it into the end of the long trumpet thing.   Sophie watched, trembling.   She saw the Giant straighten up again and she saw him poke the trumpet in through the open upstairs window of the room where the Coochey children were sleeping. She saw the Giant take a deep breath and whoof, he blew through the trumpet.   No noise came out, but it was obvious to Sophie that whatever had been in the jar had now been blown through the trumpet into the Coochey children's bedroom.   What could it be?   As the Giant withdrew the trumpet from the window and bent down to pick up the suitcase, he happened to turn his head and glance across the street.   In the moonlight, Sophie caught a glimpse of an enormous long pale wrinkly face with huge ears. The nose was as sharp as a knife, and above the nose there were two bright flashing eyes, and the eyes were staring straight at Sophie. There was a fierce and devilish look about them.   Sophie gave a yelp and pulled back from the window. She flew across the dormitory and jumped into her bed and hid under the blanket.   And there she crouched, still as a mouse, and tingling all over.   The Snatch   Under the blanket, Sophie waited.   After a minute or so, she lifted a corner of the blanket and peeped out.   For the second time that night her blood froze to ice and she wanted to scream, but no sound came out. There at the window, with the curtains pushed aside, was the enormous long pale wrinkly face of the Giant Person, staring in. The flashing black eyes were fixed on Sophie's bed.   The next moment, a huge hand with pale fingers came snaking in through the window. This was followed by an arm, an arm as thick as a tree-trunk, and the arm, the hand, the fingers were reaching out across the room towards Sophie's bed.     This time Sophie really did scream, but only for a second because very quickly the huge hand clamped down over her blanket and the scream was smothered by the bedclothes.   Sophie, crouching underneath the blanket, felt strong fingers grasping hold of her, and then she was lifted up from her bed, blanket and all, and whisked out of the window.   ***   If you can think of anything more terrifying than that happening to you in the middle of the night, then let's hear about it.   The awful thing was that Sophie knew exactly what was going on although she couldn't see it happening. She knew that a Monster (or Giant) with an enormous long pale wrinkly face and dangerous eyes had plucked her from her bed in the middle of the witching hour and was now carrying her out through the window smothered in a blanket.   What actually happened next was this. When the Giant had got Sophie outside, he arranged the blanket so that he could grasp all the four corners of it at once in one of his huge hands, with Sophie imprisoned inside. In the other hand he seized the suitcase and the long trumpet thing and off he ran.   ***   Sophie, by squirming around inside the blanket, managed to push the top of her head out through a little gap just below the Giant's hand. She stared around her.   She saw the village houses rushing by on both sides. The Giant was sprinting down the High Street. He was running so fast his black cloak was streaming out behind him like the wings of a bird. Each stride he took was as long as a tennis court. Out of the village he ran, and soon they were racing across the moonlit fields. The hedges dividing the fields were no problem to the Giant. He simply strode over them. A wide river appeared in his path. He crossed it in one flying stride.   Sophie crouched in the blanket, peering out. She was being bumped against the Giant's leg like a sack of potatoes. Over the fields and hedges and rivers they went, and after a while a frightening thought carne into Sophie's head. The Giant is running fast, she told herself, because he is hungry and he wants to get home as quickly as possible, and then he'll have me for breakfast.