Unlike some of my family, I am not a Roald Dahl fan but having read that he had done a dyslexia story I felt I had to have it and on Saturday morning a beautiful illustrated (Quenton Blake, of course) hardback arrive in the post and I read it. It's not so much a story as an idea but quite funny, although typically I think of Dahl, using a midly offensive language. it turns out that it was one of Dahl's last books written to raise funds for the Dyslexia Association. It first appeared in 1991, the year after Dahl's death.
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