I give this book 4.5 stars.I absolutely love this beautifully written, smart book. it was funny, it was poignant, and it has left a mark on my heart. John Green is such a lovely writer. This is the kind of young adult fare that you WANT kids (and adults!) to read, rather than the teenage angsty d...
John Green is an amazing author. Read his books. I loved Paper Towns and The fault in our Stars the best, of all his books. Next in line is Looking for Alaska and then An Abundance of Katherines. Green has an amazing understanding of his target audience and caters to them accordingly. Each of his...
I’m just going to talk about these all at once (Will Grayson, Will Grayson. Paper Towns. The Fault in Our Stars. An Abundance of Katherines.), since I read them all in the span of about a week….Let me set the scene. I read “Looking for Alaska” a while ago, and after I read and dug it, I bough...
John Green is a powerhouse writer and one of the best in YA. He manages to create realistic stories with both humour and heart. The characters are authentic and the humour comes naturally. My favourite book of his is The Fault in Our Stars. It is a near perfect book and will remain iconic in YA f...
Wow. I must've skipped a bunch of pages or read the Hebrew translation or was having root canal or something because that was one terrible book. All those awards-- WHAT??? Such a clumsy story— every move of the author was heavy-handed and so transparent I felt like I was a fly on John Green's ...
(Before you read this review you should read Kim’s excellent review of the same book. No, seriously, you should. Here’s a link:http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/... )Dear Kim,tThank you for recommending An Abundance of Katherines. I read the novel late last week and over the weekend, finish...
My eyes popped open from the force.“Who are you?” she said excitedly. “I’m Rachel!”“Rachel! Stop jumping on her! She’s sleeping!”This was Stuart’s mom’s voice.Rachel was a highly freckled mini-Stuart with incredibly bed-messy hair and a huge smile. She smelled vaguely of Cheerios, and she needed ...
His parents told me he was still sleeping downstairs, so I knocked loudly on the basement door before entering, then asked, “Gus?” I found him mumbling in a language of his own creation. He’d pissed the bed. It was awful. I couldn’t even look, really. I just shouted for hi...