I'm reading through Roald Dahl's catalogue with my son during storytime and this one really stood out. There is one thing I loved in this story, which is completely absent in the film. The relationship between Grandpa Joe and Charlie is tender and intimate and inflected with the sort of wisdom passed down from grandparents to children that is hard to articulate. It's a mix of world weariness and profound optimism the two generations overlap can with and Dahl captures it brilliantly.

My son liked the Oompa Loompa songs but wished Dahl would have gone into more detail about squeezing the blueberry juice from Violet Beauregard.