Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Yeah I figure I should blog about it.

The thing is, I can't decide how I feel about it. I've been looking at reviews that rate the book poorly to see if I'm offended or if I agree. The unfortunate thing is WG,WG's readers are mostly made up of John Green's loyal fans, would say they loved Twilight if John Green wrote it.

Most of the bitching comes from David's lack of capitalization or the fact that the two Wills weren't "changed" drastically after their meetings. Neither of these things bothered me. I didn't like David's lack of capitalization because his will didn't care about jack shit, which bothered me.

I sort of wish there was more collaboration in writing the chapters. Instead of just two writers writing their own stories, I would have liked to see more interconnected motifs or symbols or something. There was no glue holding the two Wills together until they met, and then their glue was Tiny. It felt sort of half-assed to me. It's not that they met and became best friends forever. It's not that they met and never spoke to each other again. They met, and then knew that the other existed, and that was pretty much it. It was so... lame. And every so often John and David would use the same word here or there, which just made it feel awkward. It felt like two separate pieces of fabric loosely tied together that didn't really go together and the attaching string was falling out.

The other thing: people say they hated Tiny. I can't say I cared. I didn't care about Will or will or Jane or Gideon or Maura -- I didn't care about any of them. No one was very compelling, or interesting, or different. I could describe them all in less than 10 words. Maybe I'm sick of John's constant use of the dubious narrator (Pudge, Colin, Quentin...); maybe I just don't care about the character whose main description was "big and gay."

I also hate hate hate both narrations use of the "Big Realization." The reader is supposed to be the realizer. If the narrator realizes what the reader is supposed to, it just makes it look like the writer doesn't respect his reader's intelligence to figure it out. Other things I hate: dream sequences. Writing about writing. Overuse of exclamation points. Not that any of that is relevant, but still.

To summarize: I didn't like it all that much. Not horrible, fun to read, but not the best thing ever. Not that anyone cares.

some lists

aaaaaaaaaaah gross I think I just got bird poop on the bottom of my laptop. I hate the environmental ed room.

booklist:
1. Huck Finn -- Mark Twain
2. A Farewell To Arms -- Ernest Hemmingway
3. The Great Gatsby -- F. Scott Fitzgerald
4. Scarlet Fever -- Maureen Johnson
5. The Raw Shark Texts -- Steven Hall
6. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao -- Junot Díaz
7. Paper Towns -- John Green
8. High Fidelity -- Nick Hornby
9. The Time Traveler's Wife -- Audrey Niffeneger
10. About a Boy -- Nick Hornby

currently reading:
cold mountain (for class) -- charles frazier
rejoice -- mcsweeney's
new american voices 2009 (YES STILL OK)

soon:
will grayson will grayson

obsessed with:
the upkeep of effyeahnerdfighters
The Oatmeal
logging into arka's gmail LOL JK! I'd never invade his privacy like that.
Disney crap

movies to watch:
Monsters, Inc.
Mean Girls
High School "Don't Judge Me" Musical

PS:
does this remind anyone else of Cory? Love ya man.

reminiscing

1. Huck Finn -- Mark Twain
2. A Farewell To Arms -- Ernest Hemmingway
3. The Great Gatsby -- F. Scott Fitzgerald
4. Scarlet Fever -- Maureen Johnson
5. The Raw Shark Texts -- Steven Hall
6. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao -- Junot Díaz
7. Paper Towns -- John Green
8. High Fidelity -- Nick Hornby
9. The Time Traveler's Wife -- Audrey Niffeneger

currently reading:
about a boy -- nick hornby
rejoice -- mcsweeney's
new american voices 2009 (I know: still.)

up next:
the frog king -- adam davies
will grayson, will grayson -- john green
giraffes? giraffes! -- dr. and mr. doris hagis-on-whey

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This time last year, I was busting my ass in Pulsinelli's class.

This time last year, I started to realize the true meaning of books and literature and reading and writing.

This time last year, I was doing BEDA, full-fledged.

Aww, this time last year Al Pal started following me on twitter and reading my blog and became my friend. Love ya, buddy.

Aww, this time last year omegle was a big thing! How precious.

April was a big month for me last year. I'm glad BEDA was around to document it. This year, not so much. I've been sleeping a lot, due to stress, etc.

So this blog isn't about you, Reader. It's about me. And seeing how I've grown and changed and all that. Which is true for everything I do: vlogs, writings, whatever. I mean, it's not a diary, because it's not always about my mushy gushy feelings or any of that. I'm not as open as I'd like to be on the internet, but I'm not as closed off, either.

I don't know. I need to do my homework more.

~I love booklists~

1. Huck Finn -- Mark Twain
2. A Farewell To Arms -- Ernest Hemmingway
3. The Great Gatsby -- F. Scott Fitzgerald
4. Scarlet Fever -- Maureen Johnson
5. The Raw Shark Texts -- Steven Hall
6. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao -- Junot Díaz
7. Paper Towns -- John Green
8. High Fidelity -- Nick Hornby

currently reading:
the time traveler's wife -- audrey niffenegger
new american voices 2009 (I know: still.)

up next:
about a boy -- nick hornby
the frog king -- adam davies
will grayson, will grayson -- john green
giraffes? giraffes! -- dr. and mr. doris hagis-on-whey

Also:
I'm doing VEDA, sort of. I'm doing 30-second book reviews in them, so stay tuned.
http://youtube.com/ktentacles
it's like there's me

and I'm going through this gray-white tunnel like things with these little openings, and the tunnel surrounds me on all sides; it's more of a tube, really, that goes on infinitely in either direction. The "floor" I'm walking on bends and stretches and aches, like it's one of those tunnels at Chuck E. Cheese's, but it's all solid. And I don't have a direction, just forward (what I presume to be forward), and I occasionally stop at the little holes. Most of them don't move, but some of them are elastic and start to stretch. One of them I could fit my arm through. Another I could get most of my torso in. And finally, finally, after miles, presumably, of walking in this tube thing, I get frustrated and start to try every little opening. And then I find one that I can squeeze through. I get my arm through, and pull my torso through, and I get my butt up and sit up on this white ledge, and I'm in the same tube as before, except now there's a platform and the tube is a lot wider and the ceiling a lot higher.

So I stand up on the platform and I yell out, as loudly as I can, but nothing comes out.
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