When I was a fourteen year old, I was that special kind of obnoxious teenager. There were a few things that I just wouldn't waver on in that petulant rage that you only find on 4Chan. Stuff like how Fall Out Boy were the worst, or pop music was terrible and you should only listen to metal and how the ending of Hannibal was all kinds of messed up. (Side note: being this obnoxious about things is silly and being open to differences and perspectives. Heck I know 35 year olds who need to hear that). So now, at a tender age of 25, it's all changed and I am preparing for two Fall Out Boy shows this year, I've got my own dance routine to Shake it Off and I'm obsessed with the intricate ending of Thomas Harris' Hannibal.
Let's flag up a spoiler warning. I must stress that this article will talk heavily about the conclusion to the original book canon by Harris. Regardless of how NBC are taking the series or how that pretty poor Ridley adaptation went, (or how enraged a fourteen year old can get) this is the finale that stands truer and better than the others.