The last time we saw Charlie, he was riding high above his home town in the Great Glass Lift.
And oh how I wish we’d left it there…
Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator is a book to remind us that even the genius of geniuses has an off day. I don’t want to dwell on this book too long because, in my mind, it does a disservice to Roald Dahl’s canon but I’ve always found it to be confused, unnecessary and just way below anything Dahl in terms of humour, narrative and imagination.
Sorry, just not one for me.