Everyone in their mid-twenties has a sixteen-year-old girl dying to get out. That’s what John Green (and in this case, David Levithan) is for. My final Bookstravaganza 2013 read could have been Margaret Atwood or it could have been Joseph Boyden. Hell, I even thought about Watership Down. But this particular day, knowing I know I’ll be at Matthew’s in a couple hours surrounded by all the best people in the world, I needed teen lit, not CanLit or anthropomorphic rabbits.
Kelin, Marina, and Matthew have all also read this book, and I think you should read their reviews. For myself – I mean, John Green writes the most relatable characters, so of course I liked his Will Grayson. But other will grayson was a surprise, and I foresee more David Levithan in my future. And Tiny Cooper? How could you not love everything about Tiny Cooper?
Like Marina, I thought one quote was particularly important. I’ve done a good job surrounding myself with the best people in the world, who I’m about to go and hang out with. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and while romantically I am the former, there is no possible universe where I would qualify as lonely. So this quote, in all of its histrionic John Green glory, means the world to me:
“When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say this, will you say it back?
“But with friendship, there’s nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that’s something you choose. Being friends, that’s just something you are.”
I just stare out at the ball field for a minute. Tiny sniffles. “I’d pick you,” I say. “Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dude and your adopted kids and I want our fucking kids to hang out and I want to, like, drink wine and talk about the Middle East or whatever the fuck we’re gonna want to do when we’re old. We’ve been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I’d pick you.”
I lucked into a lot of miracle people, but if that luck hadn’t happened I would still pick all of you. This isn’t my inner sixteen-year-old talking, this is all DFR. I would pick you, again and again. I painted my nails with gold glitter polish for you, so let’s drink some champagne and talk about books.
Books read – 34