I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon finishing The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of male authors who write love stories. They usually end up tragically and I want to be spared the needless pain inflicted by a seemingly harmless paperback. But for this particular John Green piece, I caved in.
It's beautifully written, with characters that are all too wise, accepting and eloquent for their age. It makes me feel intellectually puny - like I need to go relive my teenage years and be someone more profound. But then we are talking about fictional cancer patients here so obviously, they are different from the rest (and by different I mean the difference in how they see the universe and not the difference as in alienated because of their illness).
Although Hazel Grace is the main character, Augustus Waters is my favorite. As a fictional character, he is a rockstar who deserves to be raised to cult status. I've never met a male protagonist as amazing as Augustus. All those lords and rich CEOs and alpha male protagonists that I so often read in my romance novels pale in comparison to this teenager.
But like most novels with characters brimming with hamartias, I finish this book with a heavy heart. It's a gem, this book. I cried a lot reading it. Like really cried - a sobbing, heaving, face-crumpling crying. It was that moving.
Moving on, I find it amusing that I have unintentionally matched my outfit to the book's cover. It's currently my favorite ensemble and one that didn't cost me a lot. The top was a thrifted item for under a dollar and the skirt used to be a midi skirt until I had it shortened to this size. I was going for the 60's, old school vibe. Should I make a trademark out of wearing plain headbands now? This seems to be my go-to accessory as of late.
Anyway, these photos were taken hastily as the clouds were threatening to open up and the wind made it impossible to keep my hair in place. Sigh. The rainy season has really come to make its presence known. There's no ignoring it.