There Is No Shame In Being Crazy
All of Tumblr: Because I am a mature, responsible adult with self control (all of that is untrue. I am none of those things, except for an adult, I guess, but only by a technicality) I am taking a mini-hiatus. I have a deadline in two short weeks, so I will be restricting my Tumblr usage. For the time being, I will do what I do best: Put my hair up, make tea, throw on a comfy jumper, take bad pictures, and write! Wish me luck!
It took me no more than four hours total to finish it, and, like Hazel, I was left wanting more. Sure, I did get more closure than she did with the ending of An Imperial Affliction, but I was left with a different kind of wanting. Hazel wanted the answers to a story that was never finished; I want more answers to a finished story. I don’t want it to be over, I don’t want Hazel Grace’s story to end. Regardless, the ending was perfectly timed, place, and written, as was the entire novel.
I’m sure that I will find some negative things to say about it someday, because what am I if not a critic, but for right now, I’m still stuck in the aftereffects of this story and can think of nothing poor to say. Here’s what I loved: the honesty, obviously. The witty banter. The believable characters. The way I was able to relate to Hazel and Augustus and Issac, even though I have never had any real direct involvement with cancer. The way it is narrated. Hazel’s voice. The pain coupled with the pleasure, continually creating and destroying the other. The comedic timing. The devotion. The reality. The quirky one liners. The complicated many-liners that I had to pay close attention to. The unexpectedly wise revelations that demand to be contemplated just as pain demands to be felt. Okay.
I loved this book. I am ashamed that it took me so long to read, and I’m ashamed that it took me so long to find out more about John Green. But, the more I read of his, the more I want to read (obviously) and the more I learn about him, the more I aspire to be like him one day (I’ll get back to you on that).
Edit: This book affected more than I expected. At one point, I was curled up in a chair in my living room, eyes riveted on the page, unable to really breathe properly, and I just held my empty mug out to my dad and without looking up, said, “I’m having emotions. I need more coffee.” Needless to say, he obliged.
A picture of the eclipse 2012 from the nasa.
beautiful!!
A forever reblog
