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okay I wanted to do this meme again and I. I just realized.
that it would be Star Wars vs Star Trek
um
what is my life
Howl’s Moving Castle vs. Downton Abbey.
awesome.
Sherlock Holmes vs. Battlestar Galactica.
Intriguing.
Sherlock Holmes vs. Undeclared. Hmmm…
Beginners vs House. Hugh Laurie wins, just sayin
The Godfather vs. The IT Crowd.
O.O MY BABIES ARE GOING TO BE MASSACRED
The Iron Lady vs. True Blood.
I would pay good money to see that shiz. That’s all I’m sayin’
Dear John,
Not thirty seconds ago I finished reading Looking for Alaska. Having heard a lot about your work, and considering myself a smidgeon of a connoisseur of YA fiction, it sort of took me a little longer than I intended to pick up a copy of one of your books. I’m twenty four years old and I’ve read all kinds of everything under the sun, and upon finishing your book I felt the overwhelming need to commend you on it.
When I started reading YA fiction, well over a decade ago now, I don’t believe that (the amaaaaazing Judy Blume aside) I would have been able to easily access writing as frank and open about the thoughts and feelings and actions that teenagers are going through, are partaking in- I don’t believe that I was more innocent then, than teenagers are today. Not by a long shot. But I do feel that the books that were readily available to me were more- protective, of me, maybe. And not just regarding teenage sex and alcohol and smoking etc etc. But a frank dialogue regarding the greater topic of life and death and philosophy and the universe we live in, and I’d like to commend you and all other contemporary YA authors who open up their pages to readers and provide them with opportunities to increase- Well, increase themselves, really. To expand in a variety of ways.
Secondly I’d like to thank you for the book. In two words: I cried. Before you get to happy- I have been known to get overly emotionally involved in the fictions that surround me, but really, I cannot emphasise how much Looking for Alaska touched me. And I don’t think that it was so much about the story and what occurred- Not that that wasn’t wonderfully enthralling, but rather, it was just so easy to relate to. It made me think about hope, and hopelessness and the possibilities that exist in the world and also how tied up within everything else, how bound to the earth I feel sometimes, and sometimes, that isn’t such a bad thing, but a connected, full thing. I think we all have a little Pudge in us, seeking our very own Great Perhaps. I know that I hold onto my own Perhaps and struggle, like Alaska, with the labyrinth that surrounds me.
From a girl who reads faster than she eats, and hasn’t been so strongly moved by a book in quite some time.