It doesn't really matter what you come into certain films and books with-
the mystery novels, the spy movies with scantily clad women and lots of guns,
the sci-fi romances, the horror flicks.
I don't really care about understanding those movies either-
that's not their purpose.
The ones that make people think, the ones that make people cry,
the ones that make people give money to charities and get handwritten letters in Nigerian French...
those are the ones I want to understand, but I am incapable.
I'm missing a point of reference, I haven't read the introduction to the book. I don't get the emotional allusion.
Sometime between today and about five years from today, I will have gained what adults walk into those movies with, the breath they breathe on the first pages of books. I don't know what it is, but I will soon.
Do I want to?
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