Although Thomas Rockwell's 1973 middle grade contest themed novel How to Eat Fried Worms was very much a personal favourite when it was read our class in grade five (in 1977), as an adult rereading, I unfortunately feel that How to Eat Fried Worms has lost much if not most of its charm, in other words, that How to Eat Fried Worms has really not aged all that well for me. For sadly, the antics in How to Eat Fried Worms of Billy Forrester and his friends (and of course, also of his adversaries, of his nemeses), they now leave me, at best, only very mildly amused, and more often than not actually rather annoyed, rather frustrated.
I mean, eating fifteen large earthworms (nightcrawlers) for a silly wager, while this might have appealed to me as an eleven year old, as an adult, it does make me rather shudder (and I actually also feel sorry and some compassion for the poor worms, and especially the last nightcrawler that is literally consumed alive, not to mention that Billy's and Alan's bet is for something like fifty dollars, a pretty large amount of money that could in my opinion encourage imitation, even gambling). However, and that all being said, I guess I can to a point both still see and appreciate the lasting appeal of How to Eat Fried Worms (and in particular for girls and especially boys between the ages of eight to around twelve); after all, my eleven year old self absolutely loved this. And perhaps one could consider the fact that Billy not only manages to eat all of the required fifteen earthworms in How to Eat Fried Worms, but actually becomes "hooked" on them, that he begins to enjoy eating nightcrawlers as a food source, as somewhat of a mildly didactic authorial message to not simply disdain different, strange or exotic seeming foods until one has tasted them, until one has at least tried them (but this potential is not really enough for me anymore, as the erstwhile magic and delight of How to Eat Fried Worms I experienced in grade five has by now quite lastingly and massively dissipated).
Finally, just to say that I have now read How to Eat Fried Worms a few times as an older adult (to try to recapture what I loved regarding Thomas Rockwell’s featured text as an eleven year old). And sadly, even for my inner child, the magic, the reading joy of 1977 is just not there anymore, and I also cannot bring it back no matter how much I try, and as such, I will today not consider a rating higher than two stars for How to Eat Fried Worms.