Soon to be a major motion picture directed by Steven Spielberg! Starring Mark Rylance, Ruby Barnhill, Penelope Wilton, Jemaine Clement, Bill Hader, and Adam Godley.

The BFG is no peculiar 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 course of the night by the Bloodbottler, or any of the other giants—quite than the BFG—she would have soon transform breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a couple of nice little chiddlers, she decides she will have to stop them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!
Evidently not even Roald Dahl could resist the acronym craze of the early eighties. BFG? Bellowing ferret-faced golfer? Backstabbing fairy godmother? Oh, oh … Big Friendly Giant! This BFG doesn’t seem all that F in the beginning as he creeps down a London street, snatches little Sophie out of her bed, and bounds away with her to giant land. And he’s not in point of fact all that B when compared with his evil, carnivorous brethren, who bully him for being such an oddball runt. In the end, he eats only disgusting snozzcumbers, and even as the other Gs are snacking on little boys and girls, he’s blowing happy dreams in through their windows. What kind of way is that for a G to behave?

The BFG is one of Dahl’s most lovable character creations. Whether galloping off with Sophie nestled into the soft skin of his ear to capture dreams as though they were exotic butterflies; speaking his delightful, jumbled, squib-fangled patois; or whizzpopping for the Queen, he leaves an indelible impression of bigheartedness. (Ages 9 to 12)