Have you ever read a book that you just couldn’t shut up about? Even though you don’t want to be that person, you cannot help but gush, “Oh, you just have to read this book!” Your friends and family start to side-eye you whenever you work it into a conversation, but really, you’re just in love with the whole thing: its ideas, its illustrations, the funny little quirks in the typography.
With the film adaptation of The Fault In Our Stars already jerking tears out of audiences in the United States, it seems like a good time to address my most prominent—and least dangerous—addiction: crying. I don’t necessarily enjoy crying, but I find it very hard to give up; it would almost be like a non-lethal heroin addiction, except for the fact that that is A Very Tragic Thing and my weepiness is merely a response to minorly tragic events. Continue reading
Several years ago, back when I was paging at the county library HQ, a friend recommended I give Goodreads a try. The way I remember it, she described the site as a great hub for readers to connect with each other and with their favorite authors. For someone who once cried when she missed the chance to have John Green autograph her copy of Looking for Alaska, it sounded like the greatest thing ever; I’m fairly certain I heard chamber music and saw a nimbus unfold behind her head as she talked. Continue reading