A review by rebyz92
Paper Towns by John Green
4.0
So to give this book a good evaluation I gave 5 stars to like till the moment my kindle told me I was 89% through, and 1 star from 89% to the author's notes.
This is only the second book of John Green I've read. Thought I'm pretty certain it was a fantastic book because I've read it all through one night, I also hated it. So basically this book gave me two of the most powerful sensations I know, wonder and hatred.
*Spoilers*
I love unconventional stories all you like, and I knew she was alive, I knew she was not a "miracle", I knew they would've find her I knew it wouldn't last. What I didn't knew was how much it would've sicken me to read about her, to understand how meaningless she is to me or how much I think she's brave and headstrong and batshit crazy or how she's everything I would never wish I was. I can't like Margo or I only can like her for being unpredictably boring. She's the soul of the book, no other character, not even Quentin will leave a lasting sign in literacy history of JG's Books. No, Margo's in every page but in the end she's not, she's just tiny little reflections of thousands of broken mirrors. Nobody can see her, either on the inside or the outside, only one can find her but even him couldn't understand her. And in the end I still don't know wether she truly exist in the book.
She is at the same time a disappointment and a new discovery.
It is some trick to make you like hateful characters in the same measure as you hate them.
So enjoy the ride and then prepare for the bitter, sooo sore and tasteless disappointment of the end.
This is only the second book of John Green I've read. Thought I'm pretty certain it was a fantastic book because I've read it all through one night, I also hated it. So basically this book gave me two of the most powerful sensations I know, wonder and hatred.
*Spoilers*
I love unconventional stories all you like, and I knew she was alive, I knew she was not a "miracle", I knew they would've find her I knew it wouldn't last. What I didn't knew was how much it would've sicken me to read about her, to understand how meaningless she is to me or how much I think she's brave and headstrong and batshit crazy or how she's everything I would never wish I was. I can't like Margo or I only can like her for being unpredictably boring. She's the soul of the book, no other character, not even Quentin will leave a lasting sign in literacy history of JG's Books. No, Margo's in every page but in the end she's not, she's just tiny little reflections of thousands of broken mirrors. Nobody can see her, either on the inside or the outside, only one can find her but even him couldn't understand her. And in the end I still don't know wether she truly exist in the book.
She is at the same time a disappointment and a new discovery.
It is some trick to make you like hateful characters in the same measure as you hate them.
So enjoy the ride and then prepare for the bitter, sooo sore and tasteless disappointment of the end.