content: The Neverending Story has always been one of my favorite books since I was young, and was really excited to read something else by Michael Ende. However, I found the book indredibly disappointing in comparison to the richness of Ende's imagination and character development in the Neverending Story. The plot falls flat, the conversation's boring and there's an overwhelming myopic sense of Christian self-righteousness that I found terribly disturbing. Maybe it's just the translation, but it doesn't feel like the same writer could've possibly done this at all.