The greatest shock of reading Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory as an adult (aside from the dark humor, e.g. Chapter 10: The Family Begins to
Starve--that must have drifted right past me as a child) is how quick a
read it is. I remember rich, delicious descriptions
that I realize now, must have been colored in by my eager imagination. Part of Roald Dahl’s genius is knowing just
how much to feed little minds—to bait them into dreaming more deeply about fantastic
possibilities. The story, the dialogue,
the bones of imagery is all there, but young readers must meet the book half
way—contributing their own ideas to construct the magical place that is Willy Wonka's Chocolate
Factory.
This week, I am bringing you a special mother-daughter
edition of Life with Sophia. Together, Sophia and I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
through my participation in the online book club, From Left to Write. Afterwards,
we both blogged in response to the following prompt, encouraging us to insert
ourselves inside the pages: What I Would Do If I
Won a Golden Ticket
By Sophia, Age 6
First thing: Tell my parents.
Second thing: Put on my best clothes.
Third thing: Get in the car.
Fourth thing: Bring my parents to the factory.
Fifth thing: Be very interested.
Sixth thing: Greetings: “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr.
Wonka.”
Seventh thing: Inside the factory: We play “Whip the Cream” and watch as Mr.
Wonka makes candy disappear into our mouths.
We play a piano that is made out of candy. In one room, it looks like we were
outside. And there are trees made out of
candy, bushes made out of candy.
Everything has sugar. Even the
grass and the dirt. The waterfall is
made out of chocolate. The bark is mint
gum. The wood is dark chocolate, my
mother’s favorite. The leaves are made
out of mint, cause Daddy likes the color green.
The birds are made out of coconut and dried mangos.
Eighth thing: We see
a little cottage. The curtains are made
out of taffy. The door is made out of a
giant cookie. The chairs and tables are
made out of crushed mint. There is even
a piano made out of licorice. The
fireplace is made out of taffy. The
windows are made out of blue flattened gumballs. And the chimney is made out of gumdrops. I leave it alone because Mr. Wonka says, “We
have to move onto the next thing” (and because it’s his house).
Ninth thing: I get a
prize at the end, because I am the most behaved person. My prize is for my whole family to live
there!
Tenth thing: I say
thank you at the end. So does the rest
of my family.
By Melissa, Age 43
First thing: I freak
out. It must be a hoax. How did I get so lucky? I get the ticket authenticated. I do not alert the media. I hide it in my underwear drawer.
Second thing: I ask
my daughter to come with me. I tell her
to tell no one. She announces it to all
her friends at school the next day. That
evening, the media descends on my house like a swarm of flies on a dead body. They take really awful pictures of me with my
mouth open and print them in International newspapers.
Third thing: I cannot
sleep at all the night before because I am so excited. This means I will have dark rings under my
eyes and will be cranky on what should be the best day of my life.
Fourth thing: I put
on my best clothes. I take off my best
clothes. I put my best clothes on
again.
Fifth thing: I kiss
my husband goodbye who doesn’t actually mind that he’s not going to the factory
because he doesn’t like chocolate.
Instead he will sleep in and watch an entire season of Game of
Thrones.
Sixth Thing: Willy
Wonka is much shorter than I expected. I
am relieved that I do not feel attracted to him.
Seventh Thing: Willy
Wonka has invented dark chocolate that will not give me pimples. He leads me by the hand to a Chocolate Bar
where all the parents can hang out and sip Shiraz out of cups made of the
non-pimple causing chocolate, while our kids go to town mowing mint grass with
their mouths. Willy Wonka assures me
everything is organic.
Eighth Thing: We all
brush our teeth.
Ninth Thing: Willy Wonka tells me that Sophia remembered to say “thank you” and “please” while I was too busy chatting it up with
the other parents at the Chocolate Bar to effectively parent. He commends me on such a well-mannered child. He then tells me that he offered her a
lifetime supply of chocolate, but she asked that he please foot the bill for
her college tuition instead. He agreed.
Tenth Thing: I smile
with gratitude and give Willy Wonka a kiss on the cheek. Wait a minute. Is he blushing?
This post was inspired by the classic Charlie and the
Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl, which celebrates its 50th anniversary this
year. To celebrate, Penguin Young Readers
Group, in partnership with Dylan’s Candy Bar, the world-famous candy
emporium, and First Book, a nonprofit social
enterprise that provides books for children from low-income families, is
launching a year-long international celebration.
Head over to From Left to Write to learn how you and
your child can have a chance to win the Golden Ticket
Sweepstakes where the grand prize is a magical trip to New York City plus
much more! For every entry submitted, Penguin Young Readers Group will make a
donation to First Book. Then, join From Left to Write on July 24 as we discuss Charlie
and the Chocolate Factory. As a book club member, I received a copy of the
book for review purposes.
