So I finished Blindness last week right? I enjoyed the reading experience (not necessarily the book in and of itself just because it is so bleak, but I love that I read it and would never unread it) and was ready to move on to my next book. Unfortunately, since I finished my book and I read during lunch, I had nothing to do during lunch. Thank goodness for TED talks. This one came up by the author Chimamanda Ngoze Adichie and I enjoyed it immensely; feeling rather posh as I consumed my pbn n’ j (Nutella providing the second n) and listened to foreign authors. It was interesting and I picked up her book Half of a Yellow Sun later on that day. As I examined the book in the comfort of my apartment, I realized that it would not be light reading, but would weigh me down. I had a gut feeling that I wasn’t going to be finishing it.
The next day I received an e-mail from the library announcing the arrival of my requested book, The Fault in Out Stars, by John Green. I know there is a movie, but I’m mildly afraid of the movie now and maybe won’t see it (my Augustus will always be better). **SPOILER ALERT** (not really) It’s a cancer book. I expected it to end as cancer books do. But until that point I was going to love this book passionately. And it is gorgeous. Augustus Waters is breath-taking. And Hazel Grace too. I love them. But mostly him. My mental casting is as follows: Hazel Grace is played by the person resulting of the fusion of Perks Emma Watson and Natalie Portman; Augustus Waters is played by soft spikes Dylan O’Brien mixed with That Guy in my New Testament Class. Pretty sure we can all agree that soft spikes Dylan O’Brien is gorgeous (Having a bad day? Google image search: Dylan O’Brien. Boom, your day is awesome), and then That Guy in my New Testament Class just has this air about him that is mildly mysterious and just makes you want to get to know him. Not very well explained, but hopefully well enough to convey just how delicious Augustus is. Maybe I have a little crush on him. Not the first time I’ve fallen for a book character.
I. Hate. This. Book. Mostly because it consumed me and then spat me back out a disheveled and slightly sopping mess. I haven’t even finished it yet. Some reading tips: Do NOT read page 205! Then, stop abruptly on page 211. Print and paste the following onto your page 212 and promptly fill the rest of the book with the results from the above Google search: “Hazel Grace and Augustus grow up to be happy, productive people in full remission. Always. Okay? Isaac gets robot eyes and becomes rich and finds someone so much better than Monica. Augustus and Hazel Grace get married and have beautiful children and nobody dies until everybody does so simultaneously when they are old and peacefully asleep and prepared and holding each other. Okay.” The end. New book. Time to move on.
I. Adore. This. Book. For real though. Despite having ripped me into so many pieces, I can’t. Stop. Reading. For now, it is unfinished. Books like this deserve to be finished alone next to a fireplace in a dark room where nothing can disturb. Like so:
Currently I’m at the beginning of chapter 21, about 70 pages from the end, riding the rollar coaster that only goes up, and I am waiting for just such a moment to finish. I started ch. 21, but upon reading the first sentence I realized that was the point I needed to start from seated at the fire’s edge. So that sentence was quickly unread and forgotten and is awaiting me somewhat patiently in the dark of a fire-lit room.
I didn’t even want to write about a book this week. That was last week’s thing. This week was going to be Utah SB100 or empathy or just something else. But this book. I mean. It has eaten me up in a way no book has done in a long time. Nothing really. Even non-booky things haven’t done this to me. I just. I can’t even. Okay?
**NOTE** I have since finished the book. The only addition I have is that I’m dribbling out of all sorts of face places. I cannot express how much I love this book and hate it for destroying me. But really I adore it.