*Why this book? 1. My dear friend Ana put it on my happiness project list of books. :D 2. I was rummaging through all the as-yet unpacked boxes of books in our soon-to-be reading room and this book just jumped out at me. 3. Hello--it's John Green.
*Why has it taken me so long to get around to reading this book anyway? Good question. I have no good answer.
*I'm currently on page 32. I am definitely intrigued--what sort of adventure am I about to embark on here? Knowing John Green, it's going to be both interesting and meaningful.
*Haven't yet fallen in love with the characters (it is early), but this quote by Margo has me thinking that at the very least I'm going to like her very much:
Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.
*Page 37, and I like her even more.
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
*John Green has a knack for giving his characters really great names. This time it's Quentin. (Though I don't quite adore it as much as Hazel or Augustus from The Fault in Our Stars.)
*Lots of things I love about John Green and his writing. One of them is that he's just so damn clever in the way he puts things. But not just plain old clever, more like clever with a soul.
*Up to page 184 now. This book is shredding my heart. Thing is I can't even explain quite why. But it hurts. And it's personal. Not personal as in secret though. Just yeah, I don't know...
*Page 199. I've read this passage 6 or 7 times straight now...
...Margo Roth Spiegelman was a person, too. And I had never quite thought of her that way, no really; it was a failure of all my previous imaginings. All along--not only since she left, but for a decade before--I had been imagining her without listening, without knowing that she made as poor a window as I did. And so I could not imagine her as a person who could feel fear, who could feel isolated in a roomful of people, who could be shy about her record collection because it was too personal to share. Someone who might read travel books to escape having to live in the town that so many people escape to. Someone who--because no one thought she was a person--had no one to really talk to.
It makes me so sad. How often do I do that? Seriously. I find someone so awesome, so seemingly together, so full of confidence. And I'm intimidated. And I forget that this person has their own insecurities, and their own feelings of not being understood, and their own moments of loneliness.
*It is not at all unusual for me to cry during a book. I probably cry during more books than not. (Slight exaggeration, but only slight.) Laugh though. Like literally right out loud laugh--that's a much rarer beast. But I just did. Page 232.
*So love it when I learn cool new stuff reading a novel. For example, copyright traps. Might have gone to my grave without ever acquiring this knowledge if not for reading this book.
*Page 244. Laughed aloud again. In fact, I now sort of have a case of the giggles.
*Page 256. This latest burst of laughter has finally convinced Rich that he needs to move John Green way up the TBR pile.
*His knack for getting to very depths of what it is to be human, how it feels to be human, and yet still leave one filled with hope...that is John Green's gift. Well, one of gifts anyway.
Happiness Project--Ana's list of books AND
Unofficial-for-me Reading Challenges--What's in a Name 5 (Category 5: A book with something you'd carry in your pocket, purse, or backpack in the title) AND
50x50--#40. Read a book set in each of the 50 states (Florida)