 This is Matilda by Roald Dahl which was challenged and kept from being read in school classrooms in Michigan because of the because it was appalling in its disrespect for adult people and children. So here it is. Matilda's brother Michael was a perfectly normal boy but the sister as I said was something to make your eyes pop. By the age of one and a half her speech was perfect and she knew as many words as most grown-ups. The parents instead of applauding her called her a noisy chatterbox and told her sharply that small girls should be seen and not heard. By the time she was three Matilda had taught herself to read by studying newspapers and magazines that lay around the house. At the age of four she could read fast and well and she naturally began hankering after books. The only book in the whole of this enlightened household was something called easy cooking belonging to her mother and when she had read this from cover to cover and had learned all the recipes by heart she decided she wanted something more interesting. Daddy she said, do you think you could buy me a book? A book, he said. What do you want a flaming book for? To read Daddy. What's wrong with the telly for heaven's sake? We've got a lovely telly with a 12-inch screen and now you come asking for a book. You're getting spoiled my girl. Nearly every weekday afternoon Matilda was left alone in the house. Her brother went to school. Her father went to work and her mother went out playing bingo in a town eight miles away. Mrs. Wormwood was hooked on bingo and played it five afternoons a week. On the afternoon of the day when her father had refused to buy her a book Matilda set out all by herself to walk to the public library in the village. When she arrived she introduced herself to the librarian Mrs. Phelps. She asked if she might sit a while and read a book. Mrs. Phelps slightly taken aback by at the arrival of such a tiny girl unaccompanied by a parent. Nevertheless told her she was very welcome. Where are the children's books please Matilda asked. They're over there on those lower shelves Mrs. Phelps told her. Would you like me to help you find a nice one with lots of pictures in it? No thank you Matilda said I'm sure I can manage. From then on every afternoon as soon as her mother had left for bingo Matilda would tattle down to the library. The walk took only ten minutes and this allowed her to glorious hours sitting quietly by herself in a cozy corner devouring one book after another. When she had read every single children's book in the place she started wandering around in search of something else. Mrs. Phelps who had been watching her with fascination for the past few weeks now got up from her desk and went over to her. Can I help you Matilda? I'm wondering what to read next Matilda said. I've finished all the children's books. You mean you've looked at the pictures. Yes but I've read the books as well. Mrs. Phelps looked down at Matilda from her great height and Matilda looked right back up at her. I thought some were very poor Matilda said but others were lovely. I liked the secret garden best of all. It was full of mystery. The mystery of the room behind the closed door and the mystery of the garden behind the big wall. Mrs. Phelps was stunned. Exactly how old are you Matilda? She asked. Four years and three months Matilda said. Mrs. Phelps was more stunned than ever but she had the sense not to show it. What sort of book would you like to read next? She asked. Matilda said I would like a really good one that grown-ups read. A famous one. I don't know any names. Mrs. Phelps looked along the shelves taking her time. She didn't quite know what to bring out. How she asked herself does one choose a famous grown-up book for a four-year-old girl? Her first thought was to pick a young teenager's romance of the kind that is written for 15-year-old school girls but for some reason she found herself instinctively walking past that particular shelf. Try this she said at last. It's very famous and very good. If it's too long for you just let me know and I'll find something shorter and a bit easier. Great expectations Matilda read by Charles Dickens. I'd love to try it. I must be mad Mrs. Phelps told herself but to Matilda she said of course you may try it.