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r_cornejo126's review against another edition
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
fast-paced
5.0
greendice's review against another edition
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
fast-paced
3.5
mooseabs's review against another edition
5.0
"It’s hard to trust the world like that, to show it your belly. There’s something deep within me, something intensely fragile, that is terrified of turning itself to the world.
I think I’m just scared that if I show the world my belly, it will devour me. And so I wear the armor of cynicism, and hide behind the great walls of irony, and only glimpse beauty with my back turned to it, through the Claude glass.
But I want to be earnest, even if it’s embarrassing. The photographer Alec Soth has said, “To me, the most beautiful thing is vulnerability.” I would go a step further and argue that you cannot see the beauty which is enough unless you make yourself vulnerable to it.
And so I try to turn toward that scattered light, belly out, and I tell myself: This doesn’t look like a picture. And it doesn’t look like a god. It is a sunset, and it is beautiful, and this whole thing you’ve been doing where nothing gets five stars because nothing is perfect? That’s bullshit. So much is perfect. Starting with this. I give sunsets five stars."
This book is all sorts of perfect. Like the emotions John Green gave me about the most mundane things on earth, dear god! I'll never think about penguins the same way again, I want to make plans to visit the largest ball of paint, I'll be more cringe and embrace it! Five stars five stars all around!
I think I’m just scared that if I show the world my belly, it will devour me. And so I wear the armor of cynicism, and hide behind the great walls of irony, and only glimpse beauty with my back turned to it, through the Claude glass.
But I want to be earnest, even if it’s embarrassing. The photographer Alec Soth has said, “To me, the most beautiful thing is vulnerability.” I would go a step further and argue that you cannot see the beauty which is enough unless you make yourself vulnerable to it.
And so I try to turn toward that scattered light, belly out, and I tell myself: This doesn’t look like a picture. And it doesn’t look like a god. It is a sunset, and it is beautiful, and this whole thing you’ve been doing where nothing gets five stars because nothing is perfect? That’s bullshit. So much is perfect. Starting with this. I give sunsets five stars."
This book is all sorts of perfect. Like the emotions John Green gave me about the most mundane things on earth, dear god! I'll never think about penguins the same way again, I want to make plans to visit the largest ball of paint, I'll be more cringe and embrace it! Five stars five stars all around!
bier's review against another edition
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
fast-paced
4.5