I love John Green, and I think he's a great writer. I just don't think his books are that great. This is my second by him, and once again I'm left underwhelmed. I feel like he takes cheap shots at tearjerkers, and I just can't stand that.
For the length of this book, it took me way too long to finish. I'm guessing that's because I felt no connection to the story or the characters... preferring to do other things instead. To be fair, it's also been a crazy week...
In this book, we follow from a 16 year old boy's perspective as he tries to navigate the minefield of teenage angst. Alaska is the manic-pixie-dreamgirl his life starts to revolve around, and while I like her passion and point of view most of the time, she is angsty, depressing and bitchy. Pudge is kind of a weirdo too... He collects famous last words and I'm pretty sure he was way too mature and not enough obsessed with sex for his age...
Disaster strikes (not what I was expecting to happen, though in hindsight I should have guessed), and we're left with a couple of teens trying to make sense of life and it's purpose... or lack thereof.
I guess this officially means I'm getting old, because I know for a fact I would have adored Alaska and wanted to have been just like her when I was 16. I would have gotten her. Now I could barely bring myself to care and found myself rolling my eyes at her dramatics. I wonder what it is that makes people grow out of that teenage angst phase... I sure as he'll don't think it's because you figure out what you're supposed to be and do, because I still don't know... but thank God I grew out of it, because it was horrible.
Anyway, while this book didn't blow my mind or leave me with a lasting heartache, it was a decent read and John's writing made it worth it in the end. I probably won't pick up any of his other work, but I still like him, and if he writes an adult novel I might consider that.
I finished this book this morning on the way to work. I don’t know why I like the book. Probably because it’s everything I wanted to experience as a teenager but never had the guts to. This book gave me my teenage years back and I liked it.
Sure, the story is sad and the second half of the book plays out as some sort of teenage crisis but I feel as if I can relate to the characters. That’s what we want from a good book, to feel the characters as if they were real.
No one is perfect and that’s what I liked from the character Pudge. He lied when he needed to. He loved the wrong girl and she played him. He smoked and he got drunk (albeit not often).
I believe this story explains loss and how we can deal with it. I’m not going to go deep into themes because I’m not studying in an English class anymore. Although I have had my own personal story of loss, it is nothing as dramatic as this.
The teenage angst shown in this book creates a lively and wild adventure that you can feel you are along for the ride. John Green did an excellent job and I’m actually surprised that this hasn’t been made into a film.
I guess, in summary, I found this book to be the best of the three John Green books I’ve read so far. The fact that the characters seem real and wild took me away on their adventures with them.