I don't know what's with John Green and his ability to make teens sound like philosophers. Goddamit! I just want to get home and sleep, not talk to someone about life and its meaninglessness! (If I had anyone to talk to.)
There was this one book I bought called "My Heart and Other Black Holes", by Jasmine Warga. I read lots of good reviews about it, I thought it was good, and I got disappointed.
Honestly, I should've known that the two MCs would just (SPOILER) fall in love and not die. With all that talk with suicide, and the crappy sudden turn with the first MC, I don't know why people fell in love with this book.
(You can stop here, everything else is a rant.)
I don't know what's with literature these days.
Everything about it is all just love in every aspect, and it sickened me to a point that I don't read (or buy) books anymore. True fact.
I guess its a simple matter of oversupply, or dissatisfaction to some.
And there's the one thing that pisses me off about lit's portrayal of teenagers. We aren't all mini-philosophers waiting to enter the halls of Freud and Jung. We're simple people, with incredibly flawed opinions that shatter in the real world.
I have yet to read a book that can capture that so earnestly.
I'm real sorry for the rant.