Somehow, Your Humble Blogger never read any of Jill Murphy’s Worst Witch books, nor saw the infamous TV movie. Ah, well, time gone by. I picked up The Worst Witch at School, an edition including The Worst Witch and The Worst Witch Strikes Again, at the library, thinking that my Perfect Non-Reader would perhaps like to read it. She didn’t open it, but I did read it, and it’s mildly entertaining. I imagine I might have liked them a lot when I was eight or so. Possibly not.
Of course, the existence of a series of books set at a school for witches, involving the social dynamic of Our Heroine and her two friends as against some snobbish troublemakers, and the kindly older housemistress and the terrifying and intimidating teacher who might actually be on the side of the good guys, well, I’m saying, it all seems a little familiar. And, since it’s light stuff for eight-year-olds, it seems quite thin, with escapades about turning Ethel into a pig and so on, rather than apocalyptic struggles of Ultimate Good and Evil. Still.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.