I was at the movie the other night, when a trailer for "Where the Wild Things Are" came on. I don't know about you, but I had this book as a child. I don't really know what the story was about, I only remember looking at the pictures and making up my own storyline. Even as a small child, this book gave me a strange feeling. Kind of a foreboding, even creepy feeling. The funny thing is, the movie trailer did the same thing. The music was so melancholy, and the lighting was dim. I found my heart pounding almost right out of my chest.
I realized that this feeling is some of what I have been living this last year. Of course the first four months were indescribable amounts of pain, but a lot of it is this kind of skin crawling, dark, creepy, sadness. I'm sure that some of you reading this post will think that I have officially gone off my rocker, and have loved this book. I guess that I have always had a crazy imagination. You should see my dreams sometime, now that is entertainment!
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