there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion
I just finished An Abundance of Katherines. All I can say is that it's a bloody amazing book and I love it and want to read Looking for Alaska very, very badly.
It's one of those books that should be horribly cliche, but you just can't make yourself believe it's cliche, if that makes any sense. It's as if the rest of the book's sheer amazingness just overwhelms you while you're reading the end and you're filled with that fuzzy feeling that you can only get after finishing something wonderful - that odd mix of nostalgia and contentment and optimism because, if there's one good book in the world, there have to be others, right, so all you have to do is find them and read them and enjoy them - and that feeling in and of itself is worth it, even if the book wasn't. Which it was. I didn't read the appendix because all the graphs intimidated me to no end, but I'm sure if you're into things like that (aka. math) it's fascinating.
Right at this very moment, I would have to give An Abundance of Katherines by John Green a five out of five. I have this horrible feeling that, in a few weeks or even days, I would give it a four out of five or something, but, at least in my case, absence (not from people - from events or books) makes my heart grow less fond. Of course, an exception is made for Good Omens because, honestly, that book is great and exceptions must be made.
I'm just interested to see how John Green will do in the Test of Time.
It's one of those books that should be horribly cliche, but you just can't make yourself believe it's cliche, if that makes any sense. It's as if the rest of the book's sheer amazingness just overwhelms you while you're reading the end and you're filled with that fuzzy feeling that you can only get after finishing something wonderful - that odd mix of nostalgia and contentment and optimism because, if there's one good book in the world, there have to be others, right, so all you have to do is find them and read them and enjoy them - and that feeling in and of itself is worth it, even if the book wasn't. Which it was. I didn't read the appendix because all the graphs intimidated me to no end, but I'm sure if you're into things like that (aka. math) it's fascinating.
Right at this very moment, I would have to give An Abundance of Katherines by John Green a five out of five. I have this horrible feeling that, in a few weeks or even days, I would give it a four out of five or something, but, at least in my case, absence (not from people - from events or books) makes my heart grow less fond. Of course, an exception is made for Good Omens because, honestly, that book is great and exceptions must be made.
I'm just interested to see how John Green will do in the Test of Time.