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The BFG [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Dahl, Roald
  • Author:  Dahl, Roald
  • ISBN-10:  0142410381
  • ISBN-10:  0142410381
  • ISBN-13:  9780142410387
  • ISBN-13:  9780142410387
  • Publisher:  Puffin
  • Publisher:  Puffin
  • Pages:  208
  • Pages:  208
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • SKU:  0142410381-11-MING
  • SKU:  0142410381-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100014859
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From the bestselling author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Matilda

The BFG is no ordinary bone-crunching giant. He is far too nice and jumbly. It's lucky for Sophie that he is. Had she been carried off in the middle of the night by the Bloodbottler, or any of the other giants—rather than the BFG—she would have soon become breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a few nice little chiddlers, she decides she must stop them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!



.Roald Dahl was a spy, ace fighter-pilot, chocolate historian and medical inventor. He was also the author of Charlie and the Chocolate FactoryMatildaThe BFG and many more brilliant stories. He remains the World’s No.1 storyteller. Find out more at roalddahl.com.The Witching Hour
 
Sophie couldn't sleep.
 
A brilliant moonbeam was slanting through a gap in the curtains. It was shining right on to her pillow.
 
The other children in the dormitory had been asleep for hours.
 
Sophie closed her eyes and lay quite still. She tried very hard to doze off.
 
It was no good. The moonbeam was like a silver blade slicing through the room onto her face.
 
The house was absolutely silent. No voices came up from downstairs. There were no footsteps on the floor above either.
 
The window behind the curtain was wide open, but nobody was walking on the pavement outside. No cars went by on the street. Not the tiniest sound could be heard anywhere. Sophie had never known such a silence.
 
Perhaps, she told herself, this was what they called the witching hour.
 
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-uplƒ6

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