
He wrote some weird stories that in my youth I despised. I just couldn't put my finger on it, yet was intrigued.
In my young motherhood, I found his autobiographies.
It was a case of judging a book by it's cover and wondering
What made him write so?
The book I chose was Going Solo.
I haven't seen that cover for it since, but that original book I found had the front cover of a beautiful, and I mean BEAUTIFUL, man;
While on the back was a distortion not unlike
A Picasso, yet darker like Van Gogh.
Within it's pages were the truths that explained why
Roald wrote such strange stories. I will write more about it later.
My grand niece has arrived and would like it very much if we
Would go outside and have tea in the three story playhouse out back.
Thank goodness I have found the rest of our ancient tea sets.
©Allisonians
Tootles
Have a glorious day!
