Some books are worth reading while others are worth thrown into the sea. and i’ll choose the former in this situation. I know that I’ve made mistakes in this life but If I was being reincarnated, I mean in the next life I will never read this book.
It was a quick read. I didn’t enjoy it that much as I enjoyed Looking for Alaska or Paper Towns. I know most of the YA are meaningless, I mean they don’t have a much distinctive and unique center of story. By far, the less appreciable book I’ve read of John Green because of the fact that the book was hollow from inside. By hollow means, no plot, no exceptional characters and the characters which are described, well sooner or later you start to hate all of the characters. Why you hate the characters? (1) They don’t make much sense referring to the story (2) Characters especially Colin, it just over exaggerated. He kept whining and whining and it made you just… angry (3) Characters were boring other than Hassan or Lindsey. It was funny and humorous but wholly, it was… well to put it into words, boring. Well I did laugh at some points but It was just vaguely. It’s kinda self-help book for getting over a break up. I mean who the fug is interested in anagrams or mathematics theorem. God its BORING. Even writing this review is boring. Well I’ve used the word boring so many times that this review seems more boring. Just estimate how boring the book would be.
The one thing which really put me in deep reverie was that sooner or later we all matter. Maybe not in the books or publicly but we all exist in each other. By each other I mean the people we know, the people who know us. All the people we ever came across with always took a part of us in them. So in the end, we all matter and we all live even after death cuz what is death? Death is, but the next great adventure. Never ever spend your life impressing others cuz it doesn’t matter what other think of you but it does matter what you made them think about you. What you really are, your inner self. That’s what they’ll remember not your fake perfections.