One Spark of Hope
I have to write.
I have to write NOW.
I just finished Will Grayson, Will Grayson.
And I am astounded. It was simply...amazing. John Green and David Levithan make an amazing team, writing two completely different yet synergetic stories that combine in a most amazingly, astounding beautiful final chapter.
I feel like my life has been changed.
And it's good because it's 2:19 in the morning, I haven't finished my ESL homework, and it's these moments that you really feel like you live. Like you GET IT. It's weird, yes, but at the same time it's like you really know we all have this universal thought process and we all really experience the same things. And yeah, life sucks mostly, but there are things that make it not suck so much. There's always that little spark of hope, no matter how deeply buried, and if you can get to it, a blazing wildfire can ensue. It builds inside you and then you end up shedding tears of happiness at 2:15 AM while your roommate sits across from you probably wondering why the heck you're smiling like a lunatic and crying.
It's those kind of books that make me think that YA literature has not gone foul. That among all of the vampire crap, the popular girls with "problems," and the series that should never have been series in the first place, there is still some good stuff out there. That YA authors haven't forgotten the "literature" part of young adult literature. That you can have a book with a story and character development that's interesting and relevant to young adults and yet has so much more, such a deeper meaning to it that everyone can identify with. The kind of book that makes you think and feel and cry at the end because you know the truth behind it.
It's those kind of books I want to write.
Read Will Grayson, Will Grayson.