Coincidental
I stand by what I have previously said about the overuse of exclamation marks. I do, however, appear to be acting hypocritical in my newest reading selection. It was only days ago that I complained of the abuse. Now, after a trip home and visit with one of my elder brothers, I have begun to read "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". I realize that the book may be considered to be for young children. I also realize that I am not a young child. However, if my intellectual, 26-ish year old, valedictorian brother can get away with such things, why shouldn't I? After he began reading bits of "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator" aloud to me, I became addicted and have borrowed the book, containing both stories, from him. After reading a few of the short chapters, I came upon the introduction of a mister Willy Wonka. It seems as though silly Willy has a liking for the aforementioned exclamation mark. And yet, I will continue reading it. The usage in this book is not exactly the type I had in mind as I complained earlier. This may just be my way of justifying the continuance of my reading, but I would also be a hypocrite if I stopped reading for such a petty issue.
Also, word is that a new version of the movie is soon to be seen, which is the reason for brother dearest's renewed interest in the books. I do not know how I feel about this. Why muddle with a classic? The old version does not produce fond childhood memories as one may suspect. Rather, it produces memories of a cute, innocent, young girl on the night of her first high school dance. It seems like ages ago Patrick and I were timidly sitting on his couch watching the movie between dinner and the dance. A strange night that was for me. It's funny to think about years later. And I digress...
Also, word is that a new version of the movie is soon to be seen, which is the reason for brother dearest's renewed interest in the books. I do not know how I feel about this. Why muddle with a classic? The old version does not produce fond childhood memories as one may suspect. Rather, it produces memories of a cute, innocent, young girl on the night of her first high school dance. It seems like ages ago Patrick and I were timidly sitting on his couch watching the movie between dinner and the dance. A strange night that was for me. It's funny to think about years later. And I digress...
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