It really bothers me. I want to explain my thoughts and feelings and I can’t find the perfect words. There are 1,025,109 words in the English language. (I didn’t actually count them all, I googled. And apparently there’s a .8 word which I find hard to understand. How can you say point eight of a word?) And I complain I don’t know which ones to use?!
Things I do to try and make you understand what I think and feel about a book:
– I flail
– I throw gifs
– I screech in all caps
– I tweet
– I prettify quotes and upload them on pinterest
– I write detailed reviews
– I use words like “phenomenal” and “incredible” and “deliciousness”
– I write lists like I’m…doing now
– I mention book at every possibility
– I beg you to read it
– I threaten you if you don’t
– I put book on Shelf of Awesome in my room
– And when all of that fails I ajfdksalfda because that’s how I feel
So there’s this new book I need to hug.
I have a lot of favourites! (Don’t you judge me! I can love lots of books greatly.) The trouble is, it doesn’t come out till 2015. I wouldn’t have read it this early if I’d realised the release date. I would’ve been patient! But that’s the problem with a) curiosity and b) failure to notice details. Sherlock would be ashamed of me. I read it. And now I’m sobbing because it’s too early to review and…
AND I JUST LOVED IT SO MUCH.
All The Bright Places is about best friends and dying and losing people and being happy and doing something spontaneous and not fitting in and hurting and losing control and laughter and crying.
It’s about sticky notes. (I believe you call them Post-its in America? I call them sticky-notes…because they’re notes and they’re sticky.) It’s about writing down good things and sticking them on your wall and then tearing up the bad ones.
It’s about a girl whose sister died.
And a boy who is so unprecedented the world calls him a freak.
It’s the kind of book you love so hard…and then it hurts you.
I think I connected to it a lot on a personal level, but I’m always in awe of authors who can pull off two things: 1) characters who are so real and multi-dimensional that you feel like you know them, and 2) writing so rawly and beautifully the book is impossible to put down.
Although I nearly threw it at the end. I nearly threw it so I could cry.
When I first read the blurb, it was pitched as Eleanor And Park meets The Fault In Our Stars.
I hate comparisons, because I think it sets newbie books like All The Bright Places to be viewed skeptically by dedicated-old-fans.
I think the book is nothing like Eleanor and Park. But TFIOS? Don’t stab me, but yes. It has a similar style to John Green’s intelligent and energetic writing. And I can honestly I say: I LOVE IT AS MUCH AS TFIOS.
There. I said it.
See how much I like this book? DO YOU SEE, PEOPLES?
But it’s hard to explain.
Okay, it’s totally your turn, my fun-filled blogglings.
Do you ever find a book you love so freakishly much you can’t explain it?! Tell me your secrets! Do you review? Do you just hug the book and cry? I did that with Heir of Fire…and nope. I never did review it. How do you do words, peoples? HOW. OH! And before you dash off…what’s the last book you read that rendered you incapable of the human language? Spill in the comments. I demand it.
Cait is currently doing a very happy drawing filled with rainbow colours to off-set the emotionally destroying books she’s read this week. She ate this book and then finished ROSE UNDER FIRE for crying out loud! Literally! On the crying! She wants to read something light and fluffy next. Lemony Snicket? That sounds good.
NOTE: All quotes are taking from an ARC of All The Bright Places, meaning they could be changed in the final edition. Also, I’ll be reviewing this, like, logically, closer to the January release date. You just get a prequel because I’m enthusiastic and a little psychotic.