I’m very proud of my observation.īen is lovable. I’ve noticed a pattern in dark, “almost-black” nail polish his female characters wear, both in this book and The Fault In Our Stars. Let’s talk about characters! I seriously loved them. It has something to do with my childhood.

And I’m the type of person who cannot read while eating/drinking/folding clothes/painting my nails/breathing because I’m afraid that the book might appear as if someone has read it. Never have I read a book that so greatly compelled me to highlight, earmark, and make notes before. John Green has a way of stringing words together that sound so brilliant and beautiful that you want to Tweet about them so you, in turn, sound brilliant and beautiful. On the other side of the spectrum, Paper Towns is infinitely quotable. I felt my eyes scanning the page, looking for something in plain English that described what the characters were feeling that didn’t involve grass, or cracks, or boats sinking, or wounded men, or even paper towns and paper people. I struggled to force myself to read all the metaphors. To understand what John Green was trying to portray. I struggled to piece everything together. Towards the end of the book, I struggled. Did I understand a lot of the metaphors? Ehh. The way everyone in town knows Margo and knows a story about Margo, is none other than a John-Green, Regina George.

He follows the trail of breadcrumbs she left, specifically for him, and hopes with all his being he gets to her…before it’s too late. All believe it’s only Margo being Margo, but Quentin senses something. Then one night, she shows up outside his window wearing black face paint and takes him on a night of wild and adventure. He lives next door to her house–from a distance. Paper Towns is about a nerdy boy, Quentin, who’s in love with Margo Roth Spiegelman–from a distance. I finished Paper Towns by John Green last night.

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