You know, I said yesterday that Revolting Rhymes must have had an impact on my own fairy tale writing, but rereading this volume today - another of my childhood staples - I'm forced to wonder about all the work I do on food and horror. Because most of the stories here are about food! About being food, I should say. They're snarky and darkly hilarious and I can't believe how long it's been since I've read them. And Quentin Blake's illustrations are as always fabulous, I've been laughing for the past five minutes at the picture of the pig who is realising he's about to be lunch.