The meaning of this book, started recently over the past 2 years, as I have made new acquaintances, and entered the world of intellectualism discussing politics, keeping up with current news. Is it a metaphor, is a mixture of literalism and allegories? Before I start to describe the content of the book in terms of certainty, I want to talk about the emotion I feel. So many thoughts race through my mind, after reading this book. Gaiman has crafted a tale that forces us to reconnect with our inner child and recognize the power that we once held with creativity, imagination, and a belief in magic. In our current day there is no room for writing, art, music, or general creativity. Learning is all about STEM – Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics. We beat the creativity out of children through education, learning, and academia. We see them as disconnected from reality and it’s disappointing. It’s a story about the sad state of affairs of adult creativity and imagination and how, as adults, we perceive children’s stories to be false. There is no magic, nor illusion, nor any mystery to life. Things happen in a specific way and we understand them in a specific way. As we become adults this is beaten out of us – the world is a place of science and epistemic questioning. Life sucks, it really does, and when you can see the magic that goes on in everyday life things become far more bearable. The entire novel strikes me as an attempt to show how stories and magic can permeate our real world and in a way that is helpful to us.
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