Our narrator, Matilda Cook, is quite the young firecracker. How do we know? Well, because we can hear all of the private thoughts running through her head – whether her mother is getting on her nerves or she's filled with joy over finding a potato in the garden.
How about when she meets Nathaniel Benson in the marketplace and then immediately feels like a dork for wishing him luck with his paints:
"Good luck with your paints? Did I really say that? What a ninny." (5.94)
We've all been there. Trust us.
As a narrator, Matilda is likeable, relatable, and very human. As we read, we may come to feel like one of her very good friends – a relationship between novel and reader that makes witnessing her pain all the more intense.