Initially, I planned on writing a review on his famous The Fault in Our Stars. Apparently, it was a lame attempt because 1. it was a nice, feel good book, but 2. it was just that, and 3. I don't even remember how to write a book review.
It is a really nice read, though. But, you know, just nice. No extra spice.
Okay. So back to Mr. Green. Aside from the fault in our stars, I also had the chance to finish Looking for Alaska. Now I'm thinking of reading his Paper Towns. But, I don't know, he's like a philosopher. Well. he is a philosopher. He has that tendency of going beyond what the book is supposed to be. Like, his books are under teen fiction, but then it ends up talking about oblivion, and infinities, and labyrinths, and afterlife, and death.
"Our kids are weird."
My favorite line, indeed.
Although Mr. Green's kind of weird, deep-ish thoughts got mixed up with my supposedly feel-good-book, he is (or his editors are) awesome. Imagine that weirdness going on in your head translated into this bestselling book-turned-movie with a lot of awesome reviews. When in fact, some (if not most) merely absorbed a few fine lines such as:
"some infinities are bigger than other infinities"
or
"the world is not a wish-granting factory"
or
"my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations"
or... what was that about fearing oblivion? And the part where Augustus Waters said that he wants his life to be meaningful -- to live with a purpose, and die with, uh, legacy or some sort. I don't remember his exact words but basically that.
Despite that, Mr. Green actually expands his philosophies. like explaining how infinities are bigger than other infinities. and how you get out of the labyrinth of suffering, and how to change your views about it.
He is good. Really good when you think about it.
Although, sometimes, I'd rather stick with my feel-good mood. Heh.
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