I just turned the last page of "Was," and left the book with a perplexing combination of feelings, ranging from something like euphoria to amazement to utter confusion. This book is perfectly put together, the storylines mesh in breathtaking harmony, and the ending is simply stunning. "Was" is about the loss and redemption of childhood, and its almost insane, stream-of-consciousness style perfectly compliment the childlike magic that holds throughout the entire text. I know this book will haunt me just as the land of Was haunts its characters.