Postscript

Ladies and gentlemen, the book you are about to read, is not any good. I'll let that soak in for a second. Let me explain this sentiment. By reading this book, you will not learn anything, it wont make you a better person, It wont make you think about the world around you, hell, you barely have to think, this was, in fact, what I had intended. I find we put far too much pressure on books, every single one has to have a message, has to have some hidden context that English teachers can discover and make students write essays about, and mark them according to what they think. I don't want that, I want you to think, what you think. To put it in the for of a metaphor, every summer were inundated with ridiculously large budgeted films that allow one to turn there brain off for an hour and a half and just enjoy. This is the novelization of that experience, this is the Micheal Bay type of novel. So why am I telling you this now, right after you've finished reading? As a reminder, a reminder that this book is whatever you wanted it to be, it's this and no more. Sure there are a couple of metaphors, the occasional simile and even some alliteration, but aside from that, everything is splayed out on the table. So, whatever you thought of it, congratulations, you're correct, because the second this book left my laptop, and entered your hands (Or ears, if your listening to the audio book, in which case it was read by Morgan Freeman, wasn't he fantastic?) it became what you wanted it to be, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you thought the robe Conor wore for the first 30 pages was a metaphor for the plight of the Browncoats during the battle of Serenity Valley, which some say was the turning battle in that war that eventually caused the independents to lose, then sure, that's what it symbolized.

So, I remind you, once again, that this book is yours. Enjoy the hell out of it."