According to the people making the film adaptation of Philip Pullman’s novel, I am a study in contradictions. How can I be both proud and modest? Or shy and assertive? Please clean up this mess with your perceptions of me by clicking the above movie and answering a couple of questions.
I hope I don’t end up with a gibbon.
UPDATE: Ooh, my daemon has changed! The name and description are the same, but where I had a big tiger before, now I have an ocelot or some other middle-sized cat.
UPDATE 2: And now it’s a mouse. Are people really convinced that I’m shy? Or in the PUllman novel are the bossy daemons the mice and other small critters?
(Title of this post and link blatantly stolen from Radosh.net.)