this book is perfect mid summer afternoon heaven. it is intended for no other time. its not really a story to listen to before you go to bed, unless you like nightmares, and its not the uplifting morning sunshine spun story either. there is a place however for such tales, as i have metioned early, and when held open on such radical occations, there is no story you would rather have open. the monster is stupendious, and the tale is eerie, but light hearted enough, when in the mood, to strike a chord in the right 7th across your heart strings. remember me when you're old, because you will have almost for certain have forgotten. i would not what to ruin any of the simple stated plot with some simple adjectives, so if it is alright i will leave to your own devices to hunt down this story, and to drum up the right mood. this isn't preschool, unfortunately no one is going to mix your paints for you.
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