Fifty pages through this book and i can't put it down. The main character, Craig, seems to be going through some sort of mental illness where he can't get himself to eat more than a few bites without getting sick and can't seem to talk to people besides his therapist and his family. i love the way the author, Ned Vizzini, describes Craig's problems with eating by referring it to a man pulling on a rope.
"It's like a gnawing , the tug of a rope, wrapped around the end of my esophagus. There's a man down there and he wants food, but the only way he knows to ask for it is to to on the rope, and when he does, it closes up the entrance so i can't put anything in. If he would just relax, let the rope go, I'd be able to give him all the food he wanted."
i think that is just great, but that's just one persons opinion. I'm trying to imagine what it must feel like to be Craig. Alone in this crazy world that you used to belong to, but all of a sudden, something just snapped one day and you are no longer apart of it. He says that he envies his miracle dog that is supposed to be dead because it has a reason to be dead, he has an excuse not to be alive, unlike him. I'm feeling pretty awful for Craig at this point. He says that he loves his parents and he is thankful for everything that they have done for him, but he is sorry they have to live with him and his problem.
I'm thinking about my life and my parents. It's not like i'm depressed or anything and deserve to live in a psych ward somewhere, but i have problems, everyone has problems, but I know that my parents have done a lot for me over the years and i'm not always grateful for it like Craig seems to be.
maybe i should go to a psych ward... i'm sure a few people would agree. the first being my parents.
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