Why need a friend when you have The Burn Journals?
Because humans were biologically made to interact with other creatures within the same species.
There.
Actually, I don't think this memoir has the capacity to replace a human being with whom I share my thoughts, just to fill me with eternal laments. I always have a strange impulse of criticizing poorly an author that didn't captivate my whole attention. No. What am I doing. Focus.
But let's not be fully modest. I am not entirely wrong...? Can't be. I mean, think about Brent Runyon's intention. And the audience. Think about the most amazing triangle ever used by society. Nope, not the isosceles...it's the rhetorical triangle. Wee.
Who and why? Yes, it is possible. Authors sometimes do write experiences as a way of therapy. But...this case? I wouldn't say so. He took time to write down every single thing. It is pretty interesting how he intends to capture the audience's attention. It's a bit twisted though. My point is that the writer who you thought was special and helping you through life with such beautiful piece of literature, forms part of the typical group of adults that tell you "you're not doing it right, kid" or "I was just like you when I was young."
I'm sorry, but I've got to give it to the adults this time. We aren't doing it right. Precisely, because we think we are. Once we start growing up, we either are against everything or anything, and it's when you understand that the thoughts that surround your mind about certain things all day, are already implanted in adult minds. We think we are always right, but we're all humans and go through the same cycle.
So, frankly, I believe this book would come to be merely persuasive. That is indirectly, of course.
I mean, do you want to go through the same experience he went through?
He has done his job.

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