Before you do anything else, it's pretty important that you watch the following:
Spike Jonze, you do me right. And if any preview uses Arcade Fire, I will see that film by default. Even if it's, I dunno, another freakin' Disney Hannah Montanah abomination (they're that good).
Anyway, everyone will say how they just looooved this book as a kid. But my most recent memory of this story was getting really stoned and lying in bed while my sister read it to me -you know, teacher-style. When we came to the end of the book, I was silent for a while.
"But there's no moral."
"What do you mean, there's no moral?"
I mean, there's no fucking moral. The kid's bad. He's sent to his room and goes on this crazy adventure shit. And then he's back in his room with no dinner."
"Shit, Liz. Why does there have to be a fucking moral? It's just a story."
"You don't get it - certain books have morals. This is the kind of book that would have one. And it doesn't. I feel jipped. "
"You're a shithead."
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