Love from boy : Roald Dahl's letters to his mother / edited by Donald Sturrock.
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TextPublisher: London : John Murray (Publishers), 2016Copyright date: ©2016Description: xxv, 304 pages : illustrations, portraits, facsimilies ; 25 cmContent type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9781444786279; 144478627XSubject(s): Dahl, Roald -- Correspondence | Novelists, English -- 20th century -- Correspondence | Authors, English -- 20th century -- Biography | Novelists, English -- 20th century -- Biography | English letters -- 20th centuryDDC classification: 826.914 Summary: DIARIES, LETTERS & JOURNALS. 'Dear Mama, I am having a lovely time here. We play football every day here. The beds have no springs ...' So begins the first letter that a nine-year-old Roald Dahl penned to his mother, Sofie Magdalene, under the watchful eye of his boarding-school headmaster. For most of his life, Roald Dahl would continue to write weekly letters to his mother, chronicling his adventures, frustrations and opinions, from the delights of childhood to the excitements of flying as a World War II fighter pilot and the thrill of meeting top politicians and movie stars during his time as a diplomat and spy in Washington. And, unbeknown to Roald, his mother lovingly kept every single one of them. Sofie was, in many ways, Roald's first reader. It was she who encouraged him to tell stories and nourished his desire to fabricate, exaggerate and entertain.
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DIARIES, LETTERS & JOURNALS. 'Dear Mama, I am having a lovely time here. We play football every day here. The beds have no springs ...' So begins the first letter that a nine-year-old Roald Dahl penned to his mother, Sofie Magdalene, under the watchful eye of his boarding-school headmaster. For most of his life, Roald Dahl would continue to write weekly letters to his mother, chronicling his adventures, frustrations and opinions, from the delights of childhood to the excitements of flying as a World War II fighter pilot and the thrill of meeting top politicians and movie stars during his time as a diplomat and spy in Washington. And, unbeknown to Roald, his mother lovingly kept every single one of them. Sofie was, in many ways, Roald's first reader. It was she who encouraged him to tell stories and nourished his desire to fabricate, exaggerate and entertain.
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