Art, as well as science, books, nature, and Pokemon. I'm an earth-based Pagan with a taste for books and adventuring.
My right eye is smaller than my left eye.
i have a grade two ependymoma… my appointment for more tests and scans at yale new haven hospital on may 2nd will determine what we do now and if its a grade three.
Yo, this is my friend Katie. She is very kind and thoughtful. She’s very brave, and she works super hard at everything she does. I want her to remember how great she is.
I finished The Fault in Our Stars last night, all in one sitting, and when I woke up it was like waking up from from a little town in Indiana back into my real life.
The first chapter was absolutely horrid, but it wasn’t indicative of the rest of the book. I actually enjoyed it, even though there were times when I think John Green tried too hard to be deep and times when he talked about things that had no relevance to the story (though maybe I was just missing a metaphor). The characters were mostly okay, I was especially thoughtful of Hazel’s mother. They all had character motivation, and I can’t complain about the characters.
I need to mention that John Green also does a good job of writing dialect for characters who aren’t entirely comfortable speaking English. It was subtle and not over the top.
So there you have it, me admitting I kinda liked a wildly popular book. I’m cringing right now as I type. However, it’s nowhere near good enough, in my opinion, to deserve the mass amount of space it takes up on the “books” tag.
It isn’t quirky and humorous to interrupt your book with things that don’t have any value to the story, it’s just amateurish and annoying.
- John Green, The Fault in our Stars
Unpopular opinion, but
I am severely disappointed in the first chapter of The Fault in Our Stars. I should know better than to expect popular book trends to actually involve good books.
Sometimes I feel like the replicated strand of the lagging DNA end with no ligase.
She grew on me, but not like girls usually do. She was like mold, or cancer.
And like a mold, or a cancer, she was visible sign of my own decay, because I was so frail and small at that point I couldn’t leave her. I didn’t want to anymore.