1000 Year Old Vampire. Come for the cool looking book. Stay for the horror of having to write a journal entry where you feast on the little beating hearts of babies in a depression era hospital. You want to stop but instead something inside you forces you to write page after page in ever more gruesome detail. Are you having fun yet?
I grew up poor, so pancakes or french toasts with Aunt Jemima syrup were a rare and special treat for me. I do like and appreciate maple syrup, but it's the cheap stuff that makes me smile.
So what you are saying is that he doesn't like toys, he likes friends? I can't say I am familiar enough with the concept to provide any meaningful commentary.
It works for me.