Aside from the maxed-out carnage and gore, there are super-sized themes here for the YA mind to absorb.
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It was true, of course, as I have heretofore confessed: I did not know him any better than he had known his own father. Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another. We erect edifices in our minds about the flimsy framework of word and deed, mere totems of the true person, who . . . remains hidden. We understand our own construct; we know our own theory; we love our own fabrication.