Lately my life has been like the inside of James Dashner ’s head, a big crazy mess. Wait, that came out wrong. Let me explain. On the outside James Dashner is about as boring as it gets. You don’t get much more accountant looking than this: But on the inside, James Dashner is brewing murder and mayhem. Therefore, I feel like James Dashner is plotting my death. No, not really. Well, maybe….. What I feel like is this. I feel like on one side of the maze and my computer is on the other. I am trying to run from one side of the maze to the other as fast as I can. But instead of nefarious beasts chasing me, it’s people. NICE people. They keep stopping me and want to talk to me. Some might call these people friends. But these so called friends are impeding my progress through the maze, to the computer, where I can talk about James Dashner. Now,if James Dashner stopped me and wanted to talk, that would be awesome. That would be welcomed. I...