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A review by robin0_0
George's Marvellous Medicine by Roald Dahl
4.0
I remember making "witch potions" in the kitchen when I was a kid. I'd throw together everything I could find in the frigde, the pantry and I'd even get into some of the spices in a cabinet that I wasn't allowed to open (sorry mom) and then I'd have a grey, lumpy concoction that had a horrible smell. I'd put it in a fancy glass, which I also wasn't allowed to touch (sorry again mom) and after that I would proudly show my "potion" off to my mom and tell her to drink it only to be terribly offended when she turned it down, or worse, only pretended to drink it.
She'd tell me that making these "potions was wasteful and then she'd explain that I could still make them but I could only use a little bit of each ingrediënt. She also told me that obviously I shouldn't drink the potion no matter how magical it looked (it really didn't though) and I'd always promise to listen to her only to come back the next day with an even grosser potion.
One day she bought this book for me because the premise reminded her so much of me and we read it together every night. We'd read about George and his mean grandmother. We'd read about him making his own potion and feeding it to his chickens and then we'd read about him desprately trying to remake it only to fail miserably. And then when I got older I'd read it to my little sister.
Now that I'm older, I obviously realise that she was right and making these "potions" was incredibly wasteful. I still really appreciate her never keeping me from living in my own fantasy world. She always encouraged me to do what makes me happy and reading this book has made me realise that even more. Honestly it sounds like she died but I assure you my mom is still going strong in her 50s ;)
The fact that such a simple story can help you make such important, special memories is really amazing to me.
Thank you Roald Dahl for being a part of my childhood and thank you mom for supporting me always <3
She'd tell me that making these "potions was wasteful and then she'd explain that I could still make them but I could only use a little bit of each ingrediënt. She also told me that obviously I shouldn't drink the potion no matter how magical it looked (it really didn't though) and I'd always promise to listen to her only to come back the next day with an even grosser potion.
One day she bought this book for me because the premise reminded her so much of me and we read it together every night. We'd read about George and his mean grandmother. We'd read about him making his own potion and feeding it to his chickens and then we'd read about him desprately trying to remake it only to fail miserably. And then when I got older I'd read it to my little sister.
Now that I'm older, I obviously realise that she was right and making these "potions" was incredibly wasteful. I still really appreciate her never keeping me from living in my own fantasy world. She always encouraged me to do what makes me happy and reading this book has made me realise that even more. Honestly it sounds like she died but I assure you my mom is still going strong in her 50s ;)
The fact that such a simple story can help you make such important, special memories is really amazing to me.
Thank you Roald Dahl for being a part of my childhood and thank you mom for supporting me always <3