This book seems to be Wiggins' "vision quest" to find her own personal truth of what she really believes gets her message across better- the truth, or fiction. She tries to get us to think whether it is better for us to cloud our minds with illusions of our idols being much greater and larger-than-life than they really are to help us cope and look up to them and think during tough times, "what would they do?", or to face reality, become disillusioned, and accept their flaws as well because those are a part of them as much as the myth they wrap themselves up in to cover those things. I'm losing my train of thought, though.
But I believe humanity is not ready to accept truth yet. We enjoy imagining up a perfect being that can withstand anything like Superman, or be so selfless and loving as Jesus, and sometimes we get carried away. I have no idea where I was going with this thought, and I feel I have strayed far from what the point of this novel was. But to be honest, I'm really trying to make sense of what I read, and if Wiggins is really messing with me and she wasn't really sure what she was writing, so she wrote whatever came to her head and haphazardly wove these thoughts together like how most of my writing is, then I am not amused. :C
I really am not sure what to think. All I know is that the true Best [part] of [the] Week is that we're done with this God-forsaken novel that makes my brain cry, "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" in agony. Thanks, Humanities teachers, for choosing this novel to challenge our post-summer-shriveled-up minds with. My brain is ripping its non-existent hair out. *_____*