"You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing." 
 I've tried to read this book twice. I've really tried to like it and although I have to admit that Ende's imagination is something to be jealous of, I just lose interest after the first one hundred pages. The plot seems too childish and simplistic to keep my attention, and the characters are so one-dimensional that I can't really sympathize with them.