The Neverending Story

by Michael Ende

I love. It’s so fantasy

‘Screwball? Why do they call you that?’ ‘I talk to myself sometimes.’ ‘What kind of things do you say?’ ‘I think up stories. I invent names and words that don’t exist. That kind of thing.’

I must be a screwball too then

‘And you say these things to yourself? Why?’ ‘Well, nobody else would be interested.’

AHHHH

We kindred souls bax and me

And that is why this is my fav story. Reading is not a pass time it’s a core memory and an experience.

‘I wonder,’ he said to himself, ‘what’s in a book while it’s closed. Oh, I know it’s full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there’s a whole story with people I don’t know yet and all kinds of adventures and deeds and battles.

a thousand different stories and loves and wars. and yearning and heartbreaks that would burn the stars

All those things are somehow shut up in a book. Of course you have to read it to find out. But it’s already there, that’s the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could be.’

The Neverending Story.

And so it begins!!!

Bastian liked books that were exciting or funny, or that made him dream. Books where made-up characters had marvelous adventures, books that made him imagine all sorts of things.

Going from a reader to a writer bc of this book

Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away, whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good and bad, beautiful and ugly. Everything’s empty. Nothing is real. Nothing matters.’

not to be that person but CIRCLE OF LIFE