The Lame Phase

Dear Book,

The early days were nothing but one long golden summer morning awash in light and joy. We were infatuated, you and I. Nothing could be better.

For longer than I thought possible, the glow of health, youth, awesomeness, and vigor radiated from us whenever we were together.

And yet now, the bloom fades. The essential lameness of the relationship intrudes. The concept? The characters? The plot? What was I thinking? How could I ever have supposed this would work between us?

Yet the ch