Some authors do their best to warn people off their own behaviour: by which I mean the behaviour of the writer, not the reader.
I tend to lose the fucking plot when I bring myself back to a time when I was reading and re-reading books written by a particular author, one of which was made famous as a movie: the movie was a work of art, and I read the book numerous times.
I was annoyed about the movie in that half the story had been left out; this annoyance was as nothing in comparison to how I felt about the sequel, which supposedly included the rest of the book.
I eventually came to wonder if it's the best idea to make a product, such as a movie, by making use of surveys, and other things which we call market research, which are then handed to a committee whose motto is that everyone must feel important.
The Neverending Story is a picture of memory loss, specifically as this might apply to a boy and not a girl. It certainly does give suggestions as to what a boy might do or avoid if he thinks he's lost his way. But we can't always tell with authors. Do as I say not as I do comes to mind.
The other book by the same author, Momo, reminds me of a girl who I understood best. Here we know that the gray men are not what we came to call corporate clones. They are unmarried, the lot. Here we look at experiments being done by people who are not quite in their right minds, but they have invented tests to assure everyone that they are the best authority on that matter.
As to this being a confession, it is a bit of an empty one. I thought Momo might appreciate someone talking to her who isn't disburdening themselves as if to a priest.
As to my mentioning the raising of someone else's son, previously, I think I might have been losing my marbles.