I won’t call myself depressed, but lately I’ve been feeling a little lackluster. It’s gray and rainy outside. I’m halfway through two less than captivating books. Even the stories that live exclusively in my head have been dull lately. This weekend I was really bored, and just felt totally blah. Going grocery shopping should not be the high point of the weekend.
Finally, on Sunday afternoon, I decided I had to do something about my pathetically boring life. John Green has a new book out, and I got a couple amazon gift cards for Christmas. Ordering a YA novel for my kindle might not sound that much more exciting than folding laundry. But I had to do something.
I’m currently only 75% done with THE FAULT IN OUR STARS, so I’ll wait until tomorrow to give you an official review/recommendation. But I will tell you right now, this book is exactly what I needed. It’s a seriously depressing read. It’s a romance between two teenagers with terminal cancer. Stories don’t get more depressing than that. But it was still written by John Green. Even if it’s the most depressing topic ever imagined, it’s filled with a great dry wit. And more important than that, it’s honest and emotional and not even remotely boring.
There is a reason why I read 140 books in 2010. Reality is dull. At least my reality is dull. Grocery shopping and folding laundry are not exciting activities. But the solution to this problem is clear. Sometimes all it takes to make a weekend great is a little John Green.