If you've never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight, because your father or mother or some other well meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep because you had to get up so early — If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whosecompany life seems empty and meaningless — If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next. What we can learn from the Neverending Story by Helen De Cruz (trigger warning for picture of shirtless Putin). Retro Childhood Review: The Neverending Story by Jen Zink