Name That Novel

My boys and I finished Elizabeth George Speare's The Bronze Bow, finally.  We couldn't read it every night for various reasons, and sometimes we needed to read the Bible together instead, when our daytime Bible reading ran short.

The Bronze Bow is my second favorite book of all time, behind Little Women. It's pure literary genius! The boys got an in depth look into the history of Jesus' time, as well as a deeper understanding of the works of grace Jesus performs in the human heart.

It was a little mature for my Paul, age 7, but he still gleaned a lot from it.

Since the book was so serious, we've moved on to lighter fare.  Can you guess the title of this next novel, penned in 1982? I've included an excerpt below.

The human bean," the Giant went on, "is coming in dillions of different flavours.  For instance, human beans from Wales is tasting very whooshey of fish.  There is something very fishy about Wales."
"You mean whales," Sophie said.  "Wales is something quite different."
"Wales is whales," the Giant said.  "Don't gobblefunk around with words.  I will now give you another example.  Human beans from Jersey has a most disgustable wooly tickle on the tongue," the Giant said.  "Human beans from Jersey is tasting of cardigans."
"You mean jerseys," Sophie said.
"You are once again gobblefunking!" The Giant shouted.  "Don't do it! This is a serious and snitching subject.  May I continue?"
"Please do," Sophie said.
"Danes from Denmark is tasting ever so much of dogs," the Giant went on.
"Of course," Sophie said. "They taste of great danes."
"Wrong!" cried the Giant, slapping his thigh.  "Danes from Denmark is tasting doggy because they is tasting of labradors!"
"Then what do the people of Labrador taste of?" Sophie asked.
"Danes," the Giant cried, triumphantly.  "Great danes!"