I'm Wondering What To Read Next.

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.

There Is No Place I Know That Compares To Pure Imagination.

The Matter With Human Beans," The Bfg Went On, "is That They Is Absolutely Refusing To Believe In Anything Unless They Is Actually Seeing It Right In Front Of Their Own Schnozzles.

Those Who Don't Believe In Magic Will Never Find It.

Nowadays You Can Go Anywhere In The World In A Few Hours, And Nothing Is Fabulous Any More.