Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story…

I remember the first time I saw the film and I imagined….the concept.

The film was released in 1984, so I was a whopping 8 years old, full of curly brown hair and Rogers & Hammerstein tunes.  With a bit of Culture Club and Michael Jackson’s Thriller, for good measure of course. After all, what goes better with terribly effeminate British pop-stars and Carousel than Vincent Price discussing the undead, am I right or am I right?

But the idea of it- a never ending story. A book with endless pages.  A nonstop, interminable narrative, filling my eyes, mind, heart, imagination and, well…everything with words and images. Needless to say, I was in love.

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And the film……..well, to this day, it holds up. I will defend that to the nth degree. But actually, this post is not really about the film. This post is not entirely about the fact that I still, to this day, have NO idea what the hell Bastian’s mom’s name was and what he shouts out, and this post is not about how much I adore Falkor, or how much I wanted a racing snail, or even how the Rock Biter makes me cry. Every. Single. Time.

*love*

*love*

No, instead I’m going to tell you about how I thought about how I wished that The Neverending Story really existed today, when I finished one of the best books I have ever read. I wanted the book to continue. I wished it would just make like the Energizer Bunny and keep going and going and going…BUT NO.

IT ENDED.

And I was……sad.

Because I’ve never read anything like it, and it lead me up, up and away and I was running and I was breathless and oh my god look at the view and wow holy cow check it out, ma, top of the world and and and…..then it was all done. But that is the sad beauty of these things. There is no such thing as The Neverending Story, nor should there be. It would ruin our appreciation of the unique & exquisite taste of each morsel of culture-visual, aural, sensual or otherwise.

Every season turn turn turn and all that mishegoss.

But somehow, with literature, it just seems all that more poignant. Perhaps because I find so few fiction books these days that make everything that is “me” stand up and say WOW! Now that’s what I call good readin’!!   So finishing this book ends another cycle, until the next one comes along.

Keep your eyes out for an actual review of said book….Will be coming along shortly…

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