Though I have read (or, I should say, experienced) a plethora of incredible books in the 98,476 weeks of my story so far, the best moments were the ones I spent reading “Looking for Alaska” by John Green. Nestled between loneliness and melancholic emotions, John's books always found a way to make the pain go away. I was able to ignore myself for a few moments, hours if I had no other obligations, and disappear into pages so sincerely, beautifully imperfect in the most perfect way. My thoughts were erased, forgotten, and replaced with someone else's fictional-but-feels-so-real love, death, and every other beautiful thing in between.
There are music people, and there are book people; I am both, and they've saved my life more times than I can hope to repay them for. If you aren't one of the two, or haven’t found the one thing that makes you want to love this hateful world, I can’t explain in words how sorry I am for you. Reading and music voice the way I feel in times when my own words wouldn't dare try.
In Can You Feel My Heart, Oliver Sykes of Bring Me The Horizon screams, “I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I'll sink, I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.”. How could I even attempt to express the same thing in any other way? I would be disrespecting my own emotions to try.
In Looking for Alaska, I was dropped into a world that was a thousand times more beautiful than my own, until the last worn pages of the book when a beautiful girl and a hopeful chance at love ended simultaneously. Looking for Alaska is beautiful. I’m usually quite literate, but when it comes to explaining my own feelings about music, books, and other art, I am completely speechless. I steal from My Chemical Romance when I say “ that the world is ugly but you’re beautiful to me”.
There aren’t many things I can sincerely describe as “beautiful”, because I like to keep the strongest words paired with the strongest emotions. When I talk about Looking for Alaska, I say “beautiful” far too much (or maybe just enough). I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you, it’s just that beautiful. I can’t express my love for it in my own words or summarize it in less than 100,000,000 characters, but I can plead you to read it and experience it’s magnificence for yourself. If everyone read this book I feel the whole world would understand each other in a whole new, beautiful way. Some things are better left read.
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