Have you ever gone back and re-read a book you loved as a child only to find it incredibly disturbing now that you're an adult? Like The Giving Tree, for example: a terrifying tale of self-sacrifice or a reassuring story of maternal love?
every childrens book has a deeper meaning, it's kind of ironic, because when you're a child, you don't have the kind of problems those kind of books depict.
only when you're a teenager and your life basically sucks will you understand the message.
and another thing i learned from OELC; don't ask critical questions-it takes away from the magic.
good writers block, i must say
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