Recently a dear friend sent me a big fat collection of Roald Dahl’s short stories. I ripped into them with glee, because I knew just what to expect. Sinister, twisted, and hilarious, Dahl’s stories simultaneously horrify and enchant me. Of course, I’m talking about Dahl’s stories for adults. Yes, I came to Dahl’s work like most people, through reading books like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and James and the Giant Peach when I was a kid. But because I loved his writing so much I started actively looking for anything else he had written when I got older. That was how I discovered his darker, sick-humor, very adult side. And I fell in love all over again.