Whipped cream isn’t whipped cream at all if it hasn’t been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn’t poached eggs unless it’s been stolen in the dead of the night” – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
Initial Thoughts: I don’t know how many times I watched Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, as well as Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I had both movies on DVD, and on rainy days, I would sometimes watch them back-to-back. For whatever reason, I neglected to read the original novel by Roald Dahl… until now…
Willy Wonka’s famous chocolate factory is opening at last!
But only five lucky children will be allowed inside. And the winners are: Augustus Gloop, an enormously fat boy whose hobby is eating; Veruca Salt, a spoiled-rotten brat whose parents are wrapped around her little finger; Violet Beauregarde, a dim-witted gum-chewer with the fastest jaws around; Mike Teavee, a toy pistol-toting gangster-in-training who is obsessed with television; and Charlie Bucket, Our Hero, a boy who is honest and kind, brave and true, and good and ready for the wildest time of his life!” – Goodreads
Could this story get any better? Apparently, it can. When I began reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I was flooded with childhood nostalgia I had from watching the movie adaptations. Both movies capture the essence of the book rather well, though it turns out that the 2005 adaptation (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) is closer to the book.
Charlie Bucket is a poor child with a fascination with Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. For years, Charlie has seen the factory whip up marvelous candy creations. Continue reading