What makes Roald Dahl’s 1964 manuscript Charlie and the Chocolate Factory interesting to readers? Is it the compelling story of a poor, starving boy reaching the pinnacle of his life’s dream? Well, sort of, but the reader finds out early on that Charlie will visit Willie Wonka’s factory and have plenty of chocolate to satisfy his craving. There must be something else to keep us reading. Is it the peculiar behavior of the entrepreneur Wille Wonka? That certainly makes for interesting fiction, especially when Gene Wilder (1971) and Johnny Depp (2005) flesh out the character in the movie versions of the story. Is it the mystery of Willie Wonka’s objective in bringing five children to the factory along with the unfolding drama of each child getting his or her just desserts for a major character flaw? Certainly, without a doubt, these are the main hooks. However, for me and other readers who love language, the vocabulary that describes the chocolates is what keeps our senses tingling.
It was Wonka’s factory, owned by a man called Mr. Willie Wonka, the greatest inventor and maker of chocolates that there has ever been. What a tremendous, marvelous place it was! It had huge iron gates leading in to it, and a high wall surrounding it, and smoke belching from its chimneys, and strange whizzing sounds coming from deep inside it. And outside the walls for half a mile around it every direction, the air was scented with a heavy rich smell of melting chocolate (p. 7).
And what he would do, he whispered quickly to himself, is buy one luscious bar of candy, and eat it all up, every bit of it, right then and there. . . Charlie grabbed it and quickly tore off the wrapper and took an enormous bite. Then he took another . . . and another . . . and oh, the joy of being able to cram large pieces of something sweet and solid into one’s mouth! The sheer blissful joy of being able to fill one’s mouth with rich solid food! “You look like you wanted that one, sonny,” the shopkeeper said. Charlie nodded, his mouth bulging with chocolate (p. 43).
“Charlie put the mug to his lips. And as the rich warm creamy liquid ran down into his empty tummy, his whole body from head to toe began to tingle with pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spread over him” (p. 84).
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some chocolate. Who could resist?








