Self: final thoughts.

well, i had been disparaging, somewhat nonplused, enjoying the novel but not moved by it. i thought to myself, there are a lot of unnecessary thoughts in this book. if i want unnecessary thoughts i can get these in my own brain.
and then, on page 285, about 25 pages before the end of the book, Mister Martel placed a shotgun to my temple and pulled the trigger.

i stand corrected.