I asked my aunt and uncle for this book for Christmas many years before I was ready for it. I’m glad now that I was dumb in giving them the information to buy it, because I wouldn’t have understood it then. When my aunt asked who the author was, I said it was “Mark Z… something, don’t even ask how to say it”. I couldn’t give her the author’s last name, which is kind of how books are organized, you know? It’s not even that hard of a name: Danielewski. I guess it was more the Z that freaked me out and the word ending in “i”. Anyway, it’s a good thing I couldn’t say big names back then.