Re-reading a childhood favorite

One of the things I love most about reading to my kids is being able to re-read books I read when I was young and relive memories. While she's only three-and-a-half, I've started reading chapter books with my daughter, and one that we are both loving is James and the Giant Peach. I'm actually reading the same copy I read growing up. There's something magical about picking up an old, tattered book and reading it years later.

I was a little nervous about the part when the giant peach rolled over and squished the aunts or when the rampaging rhinoceros gobbles up James' parents, but I don't give my little one enough credit. She has a good sense of knowing what's real and what's not, and that's part of the magic of books. Bad things may happen, but at least in children's books, they usually work out.

In any case, even when we're not reading, I'm hearing tidbits from her about silkworms and blind earthworms and spiders and seagulls carrying peaches.

Oh Roald Dahl...I love you.