The poor sods who bought this book.

Sometimes I think the life of a hermit would be good. No stress, only yourself to think about, and none of the daily whinges and teen angst and problems that come with being a human with human friends and family. I suppose it would be sad though, only a dog or a fish or maybe a tree to talk to.

If you're super bored there's always Solitaire. Or you could try cooking yourself all these dishes.

Saddest Book Ever