"James and the Giant Peach" was the first novel Ireally fell in love with as a boy. Roald Dahl's cruel beginningdidn't faze me -- it just let me know he wasn't going to pull any punches, and tell me a real story. When James' parents are trampled by a runaway rhinocerous, I shivered. And when I met the horrible Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spike, I trembled. And when they were run over by the giant peach, I cheered. Personally, I think J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter books are essentially Roald Dahl enlarged; that's probably why I love the Potter books so much. The Dursleys are just like Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, and Harry is just like poor James before he's rescued by the man with the magic worms. While I'm not particularly fond of the movie (why, oh why does Hollywood always change the plots of classic novels?), I did love the animation. Children will love this book, and all of Roald Dahl's works. If you've got a Potterhead who needs a new fix while he or she waits for the next novel, send them the original Dahl books. They'll thank you forever.