Bastian was me growing up. It’s one of the biggest reasons I loved The Neverending Story as a kid. When I talked about how much I loved Tolkien, Shakespeare, Dickens and Poe, adults looked at me like I was insane. I had to constantly defend myself like, “NO. I have hundreds of books at home. I read them, and I become a part of the story, okay. THANKS.” I also relate to Mr. Correander here. Kids these days should be able to appreciate and respect the art that is a real book. Made from old paper and with dog-eared pages. With yellowed pages and someone’s little initial on the inside of the front cover.
SO I’ll stop now. I get all emotional with this story, okay.






