This is not as good as The Fault in our Stars, but it was excellent… just in a different way. Not a must read but a recommended read.
There was a metaphor that I particularly liked. I don’t remember the exact lines but I’ll explain. During the childhood of the main characters they found a man dead in the park. He had committed suicide. They explained it to themselves by saying that all the strings inside him had broke, and that’s what happened when everything breaks inside of you. Later on they ask themselves something along the lines of “Does that mean that once your broken you can’t repaired? Healed? Fixed?” This metaphor, that they left and came back to in this book, made a lasting taste of lesson in my mouth.
So, not John Green’s best book but a damn good one.
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