If I finally get off my duff and write this review will I stop singing this song???? Please????????????
Some may say Daytripper was “a story about death.” But in actuality, it was “really about life . . . but death has a big part in it.”
This was a book about a man who “wanted to write about life,” but found himself only writing about death.
It was about searing for “the moment that won’t fade. The moment we all search for.”
It was about realizing that “in order to go after your dreams – you must live your life.”
It was about how “we carry our family inside of us. It’s who we are.”
It was about finding love and that no matter how many “Lolas” you see, there’s always that ONE woman you’re thinking of.
It was about the realization that “only when you accept that one day you’ll die can you let go and make the best out of life.”
It was the story of Brás de Oliva Domingos - “the story of my life. Take a deep breath, open your eyes and close the book.”
It was pretty phenomenal and even though a Stupidheaded Jeff Goldblum Hater
recommended it to me, he was right this one time. It even made me have a feeling . . .
Which is almost unforgiveable. And while I know diddly squat about art so you should probably take this part with like A POUND of salt, I found the full page panels to be absolutely breathtaking . . .
There was even a cameo by yours truly . . .