|
|
| Dear
Roberta Sparrow, |
| I
have reached the end of your book |
| and
there are so many questions that I |
|
need to ask you. |
| Sometimes
I am afraid of what you |
| might
tell me. Sometimes I am afraid this |
| is
not a work of fiction. I can only hope |
| that
the answer will come to me in my |
| sleep. |
| I
hope that when the world comes to an end, |
| I
can breathe a sigh of relief, because
there |
| will
be so much to look forward to. |
| Donnie
Darko |
