Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend
3 journalers for this copy...
I have been alive for five years.
Five years is a very long time for someone like me to be alive.
Max gave me my name.
Max is the only human person who can see me.
Max's parents call me an imaginary friend.
Reading this book makes me long for an imaginary friend. Did I ever have one? I remember making up stories with characters but not friends that hang around. Maybe they popped in and out of existence only for a short while. If so my apologies they didn't get to enjoy a long life like Budo.
Also, I realize that try as I may, it appears that I cannot imagine up a friend, which does make me feel melancholy, that it's an ability we lose as we grow up.
It's a beautiful story with much depth. I brought my first copy to Mainz's BC Con, and this second copy is for sharing at the Virtual BC Con.
Later: Intriguing story, with a dark twist. The story's told from the perspective of Budo, supposedly-imaginary friend to young Max - though when Budo is the viewpoint character it's unclear just how imaginary he's supposed to be! He can converse with other children's imaginary friends, and these chats convey how different Budo's experiences are from theirs; he doesn't sleep (or dream), and observes the adult world when Max is sleeping. And so he's the one who is all too aware of what might happen when a teacher, disturbed by what she perceives as Max's neglect by his own parents, decides to take him to raise on her own...
The book ends with a childhood-ends/passing-of-the-torch scene that to me signaled Budo's transition to a new child; reminded me of the (very different in tone) imaginary-friend movie "Drop Dead Fred".
[There's a short TV Tropes page on the book, with some interesting tidbits.]