A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.

December 01, 2003, 12:09 pm

I am reading (and loving) A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and about every fifty pages, he points his bony (or so I imagine) finger at me and looks through his cold microscope and says:

Here is one-sixteenth of your soul. I have clearly and consisely described this very specific part of you, written and explained better than you could even explain to yourself if you had your entire lifetime. You thought you were the only possible person on this planet that could possibly feel and believe this, but you're not because I can see inside you.

And it makes me feel like that kid in the Neverending Story, reading a book that, without his knowledge, depends entirely on him.

(a week or so passes.)

I finished AHWoSG and it's so amazing. After I was finished, I went back and read the Introduction and I thought to myself that it was kindof like wishing on a slice of pie, which, for those of you not in the know, is where you cut the first piece of your slice and set it aside, saving it to eat last. And before you eat that cut-first-eaten-last piece of the slice, you make a wish. And it doesn't come true.

Actually, that's just me being morose right now. In fact, it's been terrifying how many of my ridiculous wishes have come true.