That We Are Underlings

I finished it. 

Every single page of it.

I laughed. I cried. I snorted. I fell in love and had my heart broken by fictional characters in Amsterdam, and I literally LOLed every time I read “the Literal Heart of Jesus” and I wished with all my heart that someday I’d have my own Augustus Waters. Someone so amazingly confident in themselves, so heartwarmingly comforting, so absolutely and enduringly intelligent to the last page.

Goddamnit, why can’t there be an Augustus Waters equivalent in my life!?

Literally when I finished the book I was like WHAT IS LIFE. HOW DO I GO ON. I didn’t cry at the very end, surprisingly. But it’s been a while since I’ve read a book so quickly. I’m proud of my determination to finish it. It. Was. So. Fucking. Good. Literally shot up to my top favorite books and I will be recommending it from this moment on until the day I die. Therefore, if you have yet to read it, GO BUY THE FAULT IN OUR STARS BY JOHN GREEN ASAP AND READ IT. NOW. I’M NOT JOKING. DO IT. CLICK THIS TEXT, IT’LL GET YOU TO YOUR DESTINATION FASTER. 

And now it’s on to more books! I’m not sure which to begin next, but it might be The Probability of Miracles…or perhaps What My Mother Doesn’t Know because J1B insists that I read it, like, yesterday. Although I’m leaning toward the former. (I’M SORRY, B, I’LL GET THERE.)

I must also add Game of Thrones to my physical queue, as a chat with HNI has convinced me that I will probably like the books. I’d love to watch the show too actually – you know, when I have more time to watch tv serials and not drown in homework and jewelry sales.