Attack of the Black Rectangles

by Amy Sarig King

What occurs to me right then is that my feelings about this scene are horror, sadness, and shock, but because she made the scene about her own censorship rather than the content of the book, I feel distant because I was more curious about the black rectangle than I was paying attention to the book. It makes me even more determined to fight the whole thing.

“We’re all a mess,” he repeats. “The biggest lie ever told to children is that the adults around them aren’t a mess.” “All of them?” I ask. “Most of them, anyway. I don’t know anyone who wasn’t a mess at some point in their lives. Anyone who says they weren’t is lying.”

Maybe this makes me too nice. So what? Then I’m too nice. Maybe it makes me a pushover. Whatever. Then I’m a pushover. If I got rid of all my feelings so I could be a mean person, I don’t think I could ever forgive myself.