The last time I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was years ago, I’m sure, but I still remember the delightful way Charlie could make a bar of chocolate last. A little nibble here, a little nibble there. Creamy deliciousness that was all the more precious because it came infrequently.
Later in the book when he finds a piece of money in the grate, he buys a chocolate bar and literally crams it into his mouth. I’m not sure if he enjoyed it more or less, but he did enjoy it that’s for sure!
I think books are a lot like chocolate. Perfection. Comfort. Essential. 
Published on September 04, 2017 22:04