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Wizard of OZ…ugh!

 

Wizard of OZ…ugh!

The first play I was ever in was the Wizard of Oz. I felt great because I was going to get to play Dorothy.  Looking back as an adult, I sometimes feel it was because I could “sing the song“.  Anyway,  that started my love for the movie, almost felt like I was rubbing elbow with Judy Garland because after all, we were Dorothy. (Yeah, I know ... that’s a stretch). 

 

Ok, that’s the backstory, now to the Ugh part.  

 

About a year ago, I started Audible (and BTW, love it). If you’re not familiar with it, each month there are Audible Original’s to choose from for free.  Now they are not necessarily their writings, but they are their narrations of others’ writings.  Well, I found in their Classics section, yup you guessed it, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.  

 

I finished “listening” to it on the way home from work yesterday and had “struggled” to do so.  

Have you ever read the actual book?  Now me “rubbing” elbows with the star (wink, wink) I know quite a bit about The who, L. Frank Baum; the how it was named, from the o-z on his filing cabinet, etc.. But I had never read the book.  

 

(here comes the ugh)

 

As a child, this book would have scared the bejesus out of me.  Now, I know that with many books that are turned into movies or plays that are “rewritten” put this book to me wouldn’t be in the children’s section but the horror one.  The verbiage of killings and fighting showed me a completely different story in the mind of a one-time Dorothy Gale, from Kansas.  

 

I’ve decided to fondly remember the “Technicolor” version I grew up with and leave the real story in the “shifting sand” land of the readable black and white pages.  

 

Ugh! Glad it’s over. 

 

‘Till next time

⚓️peggyjane⚓️

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