My love for reading has been rekindled as of yesterday.
I’m in the process of reading one of the most talked about books by one of the most talked about authors amongst teenagers (or at least that’s the impression I get), and much like most people who’ve read this book, I feel invested.
This book, so far, introduced a new perspective on a topic I thought I had learned a considerable amount of. Turns out, I’ve only seen so much of cancer, that I’ve still yet to see the rest of the ice-burg. Quite frankly, I don’t want to. I don’t expect this book to have the answers, but even if it did, I wouldn’t want them. I think this is one of those situations where I’d want to be left wondering.
Anyway, I love this book for all the reasons I’m sure a lot of others do too. There’s the air-brushed — but very real — couple that most people wish to identify with, people going through the inevitable and fighting through it, there’s several situations that make you have to wonder about the meaning of life (Due to the fact the characters in the book so often challenge this), and then there’s humor incorporated into all of it — but not just any humor. I swear, reading parts of this book is like reading excerpts of daily life with all my friends and I, minus the cancer.
I’m not even done and I can tell I’ll like this book no matter what. I like close-reading books, but not exactly for the same reasons teachers make students close-read. Aside from the extremely cheesy lines that I like to highlight because they tickle my girly insides, I like taking note of how the author writes in general. Only 233 pages and I already like how John Green writes. Consequently, no matter what happens in the end, I can still appreciate the book as much as I do at this very moment because it’s well-written.
Unless the ending was complete and utter bullshit.
Then, shit.
