It was my favorite book growing up, and I couldn’t wait to share it with my daughter. So, when I saw the silver screen adaptation of Roald Dahl’s Matildawas on Netflix (the 1996 version, in all its Mara Wilson and Danny DeVito glory), I couldn’t wait to press play.
We were hardly 8 minutes in when my daughter cocked her head, eyeing me like I was suddenly a stranger. Her little brows furrowed. Her nose crinkled, a mix of confusion bordering on disgust, tinted with a twinge of horror.
“This…was your favorite story?” she asked slowly.
Before I could explain, a curiosity dam burst, and I was flooded with questions: