Paper Towns

You know why I'm deeply in love with this book? Because, I greatly relate to it.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About life, about the human condition. And, for now, I see that there's none around me who has the time and the attention to listen to me talk about those two topics. Since that, the book gave me the opportunity to agree with the characters about how they think about life and the human condition, and, I have to say, that I mostly agree with how they see it. 

Quentin. The quiet and passive looking boy - which surprisingly has his own charms and wits once you get to know him - who admires a lady from quite a distance and has his own "perfect" idea of the lady. Is me. Me me me me me. I am quite quiet and passive. I have to say that I surprisingly have my own charms and wits once you get to know me. And I have in my life admired people and had my own "perfect" idea of them.

Margo. The extravagant, exquisite looking lady (which Quentin admires), has her own adventures, her own ways of doing things - which, others see, as something spectacular. People see her as some kind of fireworks show, a thing to enjoy and to admire at. But, she is misunderstood. She became a firework show not to show off her colors, but to express her colors. She does things for a reason, and the reasons may not make sense to other people, but it sure make sense to her. And Margo is me. I relate to Margo a lot due to those things.

And now the metaphors. The strings. The balloons... the patches of grass. How the That Guy Is A Gigolo game in the middle of the night, while Q and Radar (and Lacey and Ben) are stuck in traffic, gave a philosophical meaning which I have ran into in my own life. The cracked vessels, oh, the cracked vessels. I love how Mr Green just suddenly takes us back into those metaphors in the middle of an explanatory thing in the story, because it gives a relevancy towards the story in our own lives. Unfortunately, I can't write down about how I relate to the metaphors that he offers to the readers in the book, because that'd take a long blog post. But, nevertheless...

Dear Mr Green

Thank you for the book

Greatly appreciate it

It became a palette of reflection, thinking, and relating for me.

And... it showed me aspects of the person I am inside Quentin and Margo

Thank you for telling us that books belong to their readers, Mr Green. Because I don't want anyone to claim Paper Towns as theirs.

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