So I am back from vacation. I read, I slept (sort of) I wrote a little, I played, I swam, and I ate more food than was probably good for me. Right off the bat I have three posts thought out for the week. What is this madness of having things I already know I want to write about? The three posts sort of go together (it will make more sense on Wednesday, I promise).
Let's get started shall we? The first book I read on vacation was Looking for Alaska by John Green.
It's a story about boarding school. So I expected to love it. I have a weird relationship with books and movies about boarding school. I devour them always hoping someone will capture the feeling of boarding school that I had. So far no one has. Which is the other part of the relationship, I devour the books but often feel disappointed. This has way more to do with me than the books themselves. No one can capture my exact boarding school experience (maybe not even me and I'm the expert in my own experience, right?). But this book felt like one of the more foreign boarding school experiences I have ever read (and I am including Hogwarts).
This boarding school is set in the deep, rural south. The characters are Southern. Let's be clear, there is nothing southern about me. I was born and raised and schooled in New England. That is my lens. I am more apt to feel a weird kinship to movies about all boys boarding schools than this book. But that's not telling you a darn thing about the book, it's just telling you more about me.
The book is good. The writing is good, the story moves, and I didn't want to stop reading. Do I know what it feels like to love a girl who isn't available/interested/possibly dealing with some deep psychological stuff? Oh hell yes. But still, as much as the writing is good, the story moves, and I didn't stop reading, the story didn't give me that feeling. You know the one when you are reading a book and something in it really speaks to you? You know that fluttery feeling when you think "this author knows me or gets me or dear lord has just described something I know or feel or am so beautifully that I want to weep?" Yeah that magical feeling just wasn't there in this book for me.
Would I recommend it? Absolutely. It's good and maybe it will give you that feeling. But, and this is something I am saving for Wednesday, maybe books with boy main characters just don't give me the same feeling as books with girl main characters. And maybe books about straight love interests don't give me the same feeling as ones with gay love interests. I don't know that this is the case, but for whatever reason I didn't connect as much with this story as I wanted to.
If any of you have read it please let me know what you thought (or if you go read it circle back and let me know). I'd be interested to hear other perspectives.