Wizard of Oz

I've always brushed off Wizard of Oz as a childish book unfit for adults due to its direct association as a cartoonish televised series. That is, until I am forced to read it one day on the metro because I have no other ebook in my PDA.

The book, unlike what I expected, is very direct and politically incorrect. The girl think of stupid and selfish thoughts and was interjected into the story at the right moment to facilitate thoughts.

For instance, after the scarecrow described his sorry life, she would confirm his own self defeating prediction of his own stupidity whereas readers would expect her to be nice and comforting to the scarecrow. This, coming from a nice girl is shocking in such a fashion that readers have to stop and think…

The scarecrow knows nothing because it doesn't have a brain.
Is god capable of thought? Is god even god in the sense that we wanted him to be? I think I understand the world a little bit more now and I have to thank “Wizard of Oz” for that.