Showing posts with label emotional. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotional. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

TEASER TUESDAY: FIRST BOOK FIRST - JOHN GREEN


Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title and the author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Last week, I went out and bought The Fault in Our Stars but I didn’t want to read it. I wanted to savour preparing to read it: it’s on the shelf facing outwards so I can look at it.

I had seen and heard interviews of John Green talking about his work, and – for me – there’s nothing like an interview to send a reader out to track down a book.

Typically me, when I became fascinated by the new book, I went out to find the first.

Looking for Alaska? I didn’t know what I was expecting. What I found was more than it anyway.

I started reading all about Miles. Miles and boarding school. It was different, not the kind of boarding school story I was used to reading. Probably because this was a male writer, I thought.

All totally absorbed, I was page turning and having a wonderful time up to the point where my jaw dropped. I went back to check… but no, I hadn’t got it wrong I’d tripped up over the plot twist. I turned back and back. I re-read the whole book again up to the (can’t spoil it for you) plot turn. 

Amazingly, I hadn’t seen it coming. For the rest of the book I was wrung through the wringer, ending up as puddle.

I loved the characters, loved the writing.

LOOKING FOR ALASKA by John Green

But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

I need to recover from “Alaska” before I read “The Fault in Our Stars” I’ve only got one heart and I need it.

WHY DO WE KEEP ASKING WHY?