I fell in love with The Wizard of Oz the moment I saw it. I swore that one day, I’d marry The Wizard of Oz. I know that it’s illegal in most states, but I don’t care. Then, I read the book. It was so much better. Sure, I loved the movie, but the book was just marvelous. Is it cheating when you fall in love with a movie, but love a book more? Or are they the same, just two different facets of the same gem that you adore? I ended up marrying a hooker in Vegas, named Toto.