Wicked is -- and this might strike you as extreme -- one of the best books I've ever read. There is a part towards the end when Dorothy arrives via tornado, and the Wicked Witch of the West -- our hero -- comes to learn that Dorothy has been instructed to seek her out and kill her. A little boy who has been tagging along with the Witch is in discussion with her about this Dorothy, who is so innocent and pure and mysterious that everyone loves the little bitch, despite her irritating yappy dog. The Witch doesn't know if she should pity her or fear her, she just wants the shoes she has, which are rightfully hers, thank you. The boy mentions that she and her motley crew -- tin man, scarecrow and cowardly lion -- are all going to the nefarious Wizard in hopes of having their wishes granted. Dorothy's wish is simply to be sent home. The Witch asks the boy, "What would you wish for if the Wizard could and would grant it?" to which the boy replies "A father." Awww.
He asks her the same question.
"Some peace and quiet," she says.
I relate to that green Witch in profound ways.
And on that note I'm going out into The Loud at 11:00 PM on a Monday night. Holla.