A review by sweeneysays
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Ian Fleming

3.0

The 1968 movie is my top answer to that “movie you think you’ve seen more than anybody you know” meme. And I honestly did not know until very very recently that it was adapted from a book so I put a hold on it and now here we are. This was supremely charming and I will likely read the other books at some point, but since I am reading it for the first time as an adult with no children, I am confident it won’t supplant the movie (and its vastly different plot) as a staple bit of comfort media.