The Neverending Story

I've been reading the books I bought while i was in Australia...just finished one entitled The Lost Diary of Don Juan...learnt some interesting stuffs from that...now i'm reading a collection of Jeffry Archer's short stories called Cat O' Nine Tales...about crimes of the white-collar kind to downright cold-blooded murder....but i'll write more about these another time...

I've been wanting to write about the book i was reading while i was in Australia...remember The Neverending Story? I like fiction fantasy like this one...i wouldn't exactly say it's a child's book for the vocabulary used in this book is as wide as it is deep..plus the fonts are very small...and the imagination of the author...it's just fantastic...hence the name of the fictitious world...Fantastica....every creature is so unique and quite beyond my imagination...and i love how the author can come up with weird names like...er..can't recall any right now....i wish i can create names that sound beautiful and unique...and there's so many stories in that story...so there's always this line that goes: but that's another story and shall be told another time...

The story revolves around a boy named Bastian Balthazar Bux...he's really not your typical cute boy but rather he is chubby, bullied and shunned by his peers...his only sanctuary was his books...which was how he stumbled upon the book called The Neverending Story...eventually he was 'sucked' into the world of Fantastica and became the creator of a new Fantastica...he could wish for anything and it will be as he wished...as he was bestowed the power by the Childlike Princess or Moon Child (as she was called by Bastian)....but the more wishes Bastian made, the more he forgets about the real world he came from...

He had almost lost all his memories of his previous world but somehow he managed to pull through and worked his way back to the real world...one wish that struck me was the last wish Bastian made before he found his way back to the real world...he wished that he is capable of loving others...i just realized that perhaps i'm not capable of loving others...i mean truly love others..unconditionally..and intimately...i've always been one who is passionate about things, ideas and ideals...but not people...some would even describe me as aloof...i cry at movies and weddings..but never at funerals...so i was just thinking, if i had to go through an adventure not unlike the one Bastian went through in Fantastica, to learn how to love others, i wish i could...