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Thursday, August 7, 2014 || 7:32 PM
"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities" -John GreenToday, for the first time in a long time (longer than I'd like to admit), I woke up this morning and I didn't open my laptop and check Facebook. I didn't pick up my phone and scroll through Twitter or Instagram. Good morning texts went unanswered, emails unopened. This morning, I woke up and just read. I read all day, only stopping to make (and by make, I mean toast) two very delicious waffles in the late morning. Yesterday, while wandering through Target buying things I don't need, I picked up The Fault in Our Stars. Admittedly, I'm late and the bandwagon is probably already past capacity but I'll feel free to hop on anyway. I haven't seen the movie because I've been waiting to read the book, telling myself I'd get to it eventually (much like I never got to reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower before I finally just gave in and watched the movie). I am so happy that I decided to wander aimlessly through Target yesterday. I have a lot to say about this book. But first, some background. The first John Green book that I read was An Abundance of Katherines. I picked it up randomly in the library one day because the cover caught my eye and it seemed like an interesting read. I never recognized the author as someone I'd heard of elsewhere, just another name on one of the many books I picked up at the library. Years later, while browsing YouTube, I stumbled onto the Vlog Brothers and watching them, I felt a certain familiarity. Maybe it's because I am the biggest nerd I know but I'm also infinitely cooler than most. I subscribed to them, never making the connection between one half of the Vlog Brothers and that really good book I'd read some time ago. The first time I'd heard about The Fault in Our Stars, it was from one of my favorite YouTubers. She'd also mentioned Looking for Alaska and I'd made a note of the two titles, telling myself I would read them. Eventually. I still hadn't made the connection. And even after all of the excitement over the movie, I still didn't get it. Not until yesterday when I picked up that book, turned it around and saw the author's picture on the back cover, saw the list of his other titles. That's when I knew, I had to buy it. Also, Target is a trap so I probably would've bought it anyway. I have a lot of feels about this book. All of the typical "this book is so amazing" feels are obviously present but it's more than that. Being someone with an illness that is incurable but not terminal, I can understand the characters better than I'd like. The pity that they hate, the struggle of having a shit nurse in the ER, feeling like a burden to your family. At one time or another, I have felt all of those things. Of course, it's not as severe as Cancer. I would never compare my pain to those who are "fighting the battle" but calling a 10 a 9? I've been there. I think, more than identifying with the characters to an extent, the reason that I enjoyed this book so much is because it took me back to a previous version of myself. The version who wasn't always glued to some electronic device, who could spend days unplugged, with her nose buried in a book. The version of myself who laid out on the living room floor all day with nothing but a bottle of water and read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in it's entirety. It was nice to go back to that place today. To sink into myself and go to a place where the characters jump off of the page and into your life was bliss. I laughed with them. I cried with them. And that's the kind of writing I've been missing since Mr. Potter defeated the Dark Lord. I've missed days like this. And I've missed books like this. So I must thank John Green, the man whose dots I couldn't connect until now. I look forward to reading more of his work. I look forward to more days like this. Labels: anomaly, entertainment, in real life, personals, pop of culture |