I am actually trying to read a water damaged copy of the book, lent to me by a friend who named her son Atreyu.

The internet and grad school have combined in an attempt to destroy my ability to read a paper book.

Maybe a story that never ends is too big a challenge in my quest to regain that ability?

Nah, I love dark shit and I can’t wait to get to the part where he meets the nihilistic tortise with allergies. I am really curious to see what the film makers were working with from the book.