I was drawn to this initially due to my love of stories where you discover that your family aren’t actually your real family and you have this whole history you didn’t know about. This is actually a documented concept from psychoanalytic theory where children fantasize that their parents aren’t their “real” parents and that they’re actually descended from royalty, nobility, or more exciting/important people. So yeah, as it’s something that kids do it’s just further proof that I’m retarded. Anyway, You may have noticed that I’m not actually talking about the book, That’s because there’s not really much to say. It certainly was not a bad book but it was all a little bit too neat around the edges for my jagged personality.
