They say there's a sucker born every minute, but if you ask anyone they will claim that other people must be those suckers. Certainly you would never consider yourself a sucker. That's how I felt up until about 8:30 last night. I went to a neighborhood book club were we discussed the book "The Princess Bride".
You may want to skim down to my last post and read it before you finish this one.
Clearly after reading the book I had some pretty harsh feelings for William Goldman. It turns out, I found out at book club that there was no S. Morgenstern, no country of Florin (I think), and it was not adapted from an "original" book written along time ago. There was no boy who struggled in school until his father read him this book. There was no fat little boy who cried all of the time. Goldman did end up divorcing his wife, so maybe the part about the loveless marriage was true.
What I thought was just an enjoyable story turns out to be one of the greatest hoaxes of my lifetime (so far). I fell for this alter world hook, line, and sinker without even questioning any of it. I now need to re-read this book with my new hindsight,it will add that much more humor to the story! Almost 24 hours later my mind is still blown, and I am still laughing.
Well Mr. Goldman, you got me. You got me good. I am officially a sucker. My hat goes off to you!
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