Note: Picture coming soon...
Second Note: I got Sad Margo. Figures. What 'bout choo? <---trying to soun dlike Stan lol***
I feel kind of cheap posting the same reviews on GoodReads. o___O
Honestly, though, I think this is John Green's best. I read Looking for Alaska and was fucking sobbing, I read An Abundance of Katherines and was actually snorting with laughter.
But then I read Paper Towns.
I laughed, I cried, I fell in love.*
Similar to his other books, Paper Towns has a quirky (and often lovably-nerdy) male protagonist, an equally if not more so strong female counterpart (see? not sexist.), and an addictive plot that keeps you hooked up to and past the last page. It has crazy people, boring people, and people who left normal behind a long, long time ago --for better or for worse.
As John Green said in his video, this book is about how we create ideas of what we think people are or should be, and how if we look just a little past our expectations and supposed perfection, we can see the reality of the picture and know that what we love and what we wanted to love are two very, very different things.
...from GoodReads...**
Quentin is searching for Margo Roth Spiegelman. Or, more accurately, his idea of Margo Roth Spiegelman. Margo, however (writing Margo Roth Spiegelman over and over is very tiring!), has recognised that the way they see each other is far from realistic; they've both created unattainable images of perfection, which, in a way, they keep hoping will be true.Complete with Omnictionary, catfish, breaking, entering, and quite literally tons of awesome, Paper Towns just might be that one book you want to take with you to that desert island you happen to be relocating to
*I also realised that I have this problem where I always fall in love with fictional characters and not, um, real people. Read: Margo Roth Spiegelman, Desdemona (I spent the entire 7th grade coming up with Tridecalogisms. No. Fucking. Joke. And, um, Charlie Eppes. :3)
**In my defence I have a migraine that hurts like being repeatedly punched in the same tender spot again and again except IN MY BRAIN. FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK.
***lolololololololololol that word makes me crack up.