I’ve just finished reading Looking For Alaska by John Green, a Christmas gift from my mother that I don’t remember asking for, but am told I did. (Thank goodness she has a better memory than I do, hahah.)
I didn’t cry while reading this book, but there were a few close calls. There were a couple times where I had to mark my place, set the book down and get up; walk around the room aimlessly for a little bit to ease the blurring in my vision and light-headedness that comes with heavy, unidentifiable emotion that constricts your airway.
It was a hard book for me to read, but one I’m sure I’ll read again. And again. And then some more.
Not registered?
Create an account