Millions is a really good book. Just like the other two children’s novels by Frank Cottrell Boyce, this is the best one. Work that out if you can, because I certainly can’t. It’s very funny, and I loved it all, except possibly for the part near the middle where my anxiety levels rose in a worrying manner before levelling out again.
I also happen to believe that Frank is mistaken in believing that England has gone over to the Euro. Last time I looked in my wallet, we hadn’t. That’s one little discrepancy, but it might be there to help the plot along. Also suspect Frank hasn’t accurately measured the size of £229,370 in £10 notes. Good research would require him to take that amount out of his bank for the day and see what it looks like, before taking it back to the bank. I have very few professional qualifications, but money happens to be one of them. I can’t see that £229,370 in tenners will look very different from SEK2,2 million in 100 kronor notes. Move your commas and zeros about and you’ll soon see I’m right. And I do know what that amount of money looks like. It’s smaller and I’d say lighter than what Frank suggests.
Now that I’ve proved my own aspie traits, I’ll state that although Frank doesn’t ever suggest that his main characters in any of the three novels are aspies, they simply have to be. And they are very lovely.
Millions is about two little boys who find the above sum of money, a couple of weeks before the pound ceases to be legal tender. They can’t tell their Dad (their Mum is dead, as they so often point out), and they can’t spend the money fast enough. Apart from being a hilarious tale, this also illustrates to the reader that wealth is more of a problem than a blessing.
Ten-year-old Damian has a large network of Saints as friends, and his older brother Anthony knows about property. After reading this book, you will also be aware of the importance of digging wells. Which is A Good Thing, and it reminded me that Frank gives money to Water Aid.
I really tackled Millions this week because I happened to notice the film was going to be on television the other evening. I appear to have suffered a technical hitch video-wise, so will have to try and see it on iPlayer before it’s too late. Who’d have thought that just before midnight was reckoned to be a good time for a children’s film?