More than any other book I read as a child The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster gave me a love of words, perhaps the most important thing a writer needs. It’s a celebration of words –it twists them, puns them and pushes them. There are so many cool bits: like the man who is short and tall, thin and fat all at the same time; and the orchestra that plays colours. Part of the appeal of Tollbooth is in the illustrations by Jules Feiffer. I love his faceless Trivium character (very Dr Who) who says
‘What could be more important than doing unimportant things? If you stop to do enough of them, you’ll never get to where you’re going.”
I sometimes see this devious fellow hanging around. He tries to distract me from writing by telling me to other jobs. He says ‘there’s always something to do to keep you from what you really should be doing.’
Hope Tintin month at the library is going blisteringly well. Wish I could be there to see Zac in his plus-fours (Tintin’s trousers).