I fully believe that the parts of my sometimes weird personality that are the weirdest are as a direct result from worshiping Roald Dahl as a child. I will only take responsibility for, or blame my family for, so much. After that, it’s all Dahl. From Matilda to Fantastic Mr. Fox to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to James and the Giant Peach, I devoured these books over and over all through my childhood, and… let’s just be honest here, to this day. Dahl was a weirdo and a genius and is partially responsible for my addiction to reading and I will write until I die trying to pay homage to him.