The Book
I was recently reminded of a book my mother used to read to me as a child. I have to say, just the thought of this book stirs up an incredible vortex of childhood memories. The book is one of my earliest recollections and I would go so far as to say it is the most influential piece of fiction I have yet to come across.
The Monster at the End of this Book, by Jon Stone (Illustrated by Michael Smollin). Please take the time to read this book right now. It's just over 400 words long and it changed my life.
For those of you who'd rather not: it's a book who's main character, Grover, is terrified of the ending, for as the title suggests, there is a fucking monster at the end of this book. Despite his industrious attempts at halting your progress, you of course reach the end only to find that Grover was the monster all along.
