So, quick update on what’s goin’ on in my life right now:
- I’m currently behind in Camp NaNoWriMo as far as personal goals go, but actually ahead of NaNoWriMo standards by like 4,000 words (the issue is that I’m taking a five day break from writing towards the end of Camp NaNo, so I need to get five days ahead of schedule so that doesn’t put me behind on finishing on time).
- The first meeting for the musical-thing I’m in this summer (it’s actually a rock opera) is today.
- I’m still drowning in grad parties to attend.
- I have college orientation this week! And I’m freaking out about it more than just a little bit!!!
- I basically can’t leave my room right now without my parents throwing another chore or two at me, so I’m kind of holing up in here today (minus the theatre meeting, two grad parties, and going to see a play with my grandparents) in order to try to get some writing done. (Don’t worry, I’ve got a not-so-secret stash of junk food up here to keep me alive.)
And that’s basically it! And now in other news: I finished reading Looking for Alaska by John Green yesterday morning, and I wanted to share my thoughts on it, so…
Looking for Alaska is philosophical by nature, deep by content, and so realistic in its reaction to loss that I actually got tears in my eyes on multiple occasions (which is saying something, because books hardly ever make me cry). John Green made me fall in love with his characters, despite their faults, and he reminded me why I love realistic fiction: Because it’s real. Because I can connect with it, and laugh with it, and hurt with it.
However, there was definitely some content in there that I could have done without. I felt uncomfortable for a lot of the first half of the book with how the main characters viewed intimacy — kissing and more with people who they barely knew — although I know that this is a common view among my peers, and I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find so much of that because, as mentioned above, John Green writes realistically. It’s just not my lifestyle and not one I’d ever want to live. There was also quite a lot of smoking and drinking going on in the novel, but, I don’t know, that stuff just doesn’t upset me like, well… other stuff does.
In the end, Looking for Alaska was a great book. Beautiful writing, great dialogue, and so realistic at points that it hurts. Just be prepared for some hormones in there, as well.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give it a 9.