Monday, January 27, 2014


So, it's been a month since christmas and 10 days since my last post on here.  I still haven't really figured out what I should talk about on this blog, so I guess it's just gonna be random things that I feel like talking about. And at the moment  that would be books.

I've always liked reading but there's always been times when I didn't read that much. Right now is definitely not one of those times. It all startet when I got two books for christmas that I had wanted to read for a very long time: Divergent by Veronica Roth and The Fault in our Stars by John Green. Now, you should know that I had just finished A Dance with Dragons, the last book in the A Song of Ice and Fire series, the day before christmas. And, if you haven't read any of the Game of Thrones books, you should know that they are very good but also incredibly long. It feels like it takes an hour to read one page because the writing is so small and the language isn't easy to understand for me either. And then each book's like a thousand pages. I don't know how long exactly, but it took me quite some time to read all five books that have been published to this day. So I've gotten used to reading those kinds of books that take like a month to read when I started reading Divergent the day after christmas. And because Divergent is nothing like any of the asoiaf books, it took me only one day to finish.

I literally couldn't stop reading because unlike asoiaf, the story develops quickly and really gets you hooked. Plus, I'm a huge fan of The Hunger Games and after a thg-freakout (I read all three books twice in a week after seeing Catching Fire the movie) came a thg-depression because I realized that even if I read the books a hundred times, the story would still be exactly the same and I would still crave more. And I think that Divergent is as close to The Hunger Games as any book will ever be. I can't say I liked it as much but it does have that uniqueness that I liked so much about The Hunger Games. The story is really original and unlike anything I had ever heard before and it's just one of those worlds you can get lost in and always wonder what your place would be if you were part of it. And as much as I like reading those cheesy romantic novels from time to time, there's nothing better than getting lost in a completely different world just by reading about it.

Except, maybe, there is. Or at least there's something that comes pretty close. Because after finishing Divirgent, I opened up the other book I got and thus probably began the most emotional day ever.. I immediately fell in love with John Green's funny and at the same time very touching writing. The Fault in our Stars must be the most beautiful story I've ever read, so full of emotions and so so so sad. That book broke my heart again and again until I was just sitting there, sobbing and reading. And I felt so ridiculous when we went out for dinner that day and everyone was asking about my puffy eyes. But if only they knew.

It's not like I've never cried about a book before, trust me. I cried my eyes out for Johanna Mason and Peeta and Katniss and I think I cry a lot in general, whether it's because I'm sad or happy or angry. But I've never felt so helpless. I mean, to be honest, I knew from the very beginning of tfios that there won't be a happy end. But you can't really do anything about it. So you just cry.

So, after reading those two books, there was no going back. I obviously had to read Insurgent and Allegiant as soon as possible. And of course All of the other books by John Green followed. And I have to say I liked them all. I didn't really like Allegiant that much. Again, everything was happening too quickly and without a warning. John Green was awesome as always. But I might have made a mistake there (of course I couldn't know this) because I read Looking for Alaska first and was so disappointed that (SPOILER) Alaska dies and was really afraid that all the John Green books would be just about people dying and other people being sad. But John Green is not like that and the other two books were brilliant and not sad but still thought-provoking.

So I can now tell you what I've been doing the past month: I read. Divirgent. Insurgent. Allegiant. The Fault in our Stars. Looking for Alaska. Paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherines.

And today I was standing in a bookshop because I had to buy a new book but I really didn't know which one because there's exactly three books on my to-read-list and exactly zero of those were available. I had ten minutes in there because I didn't want to miss my train and, obviously, ten minutes is not enough to decide on a book. After taking out and then putting back about five books again and again, I went for the one closest to me and here's what it said: The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.

We'll see.