Book Review : Looking For Alaska

ImageTitle : Looking For Alaska
Author : John Green
Genre : Young Adult, Contemporary

I know I know, you must think of me as someone who crazy reviews only John Green books. Frankly speaking, other books just don’t fascinate me enough. (That’s a lie. It’s just that John Green books leave me in such a fetal position, that reviewing them is the only way I can let them go, or so I hope.)
Obviously like every other teen, I started my ‘John Green’ journey with the famous, ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. Before that, I hadn’t even heard of John Green and his habit of ripping peoples’ hearts right out their chest and then leaving them lifeless for days thereafter. (Now I’m pretty full with that fact.)

To be honest, I read ‘Looking For Alaska’ last year around September, right after I had finished TFIOS. I was not even over TFIOS, that I was shot in my knees yet again, but I never really got the time to reflect upon it. Why am I writing about it now, is because a friend of mine finished reading this book, and he literally cursed me for making him go through something he wasn’t ready for. (I’m sorry, man.) And then I was like, oh yes, LFA, this is the book. I was going through the pages of the book once more, and I was rendered speechless, again. For one thing, John Green is a pure evil genius. (I might not stop saying this ever.) 6 months ago, I spent two nights in a row sobbing that how can one be so unfair, thinking of possibly all the rights he could have done to all the wrongs, good lord, even cursed him and I even bombed his fan mail(which I’m very embarrassed about). But now, I think he did what needed to be done, and I respect him for it. With that being said, I’ll move on to the story.

Miles Halter (Ironically nicknamed as Pudge) leaves behind a friendless high school existence in Florida to search for his own “Great Perhaps” and some adventure. Also, he was obsessed with learning the last words of famous people. Within hours of his arrival at Culver Creek Preparatory(his father’s alma mater too), he’s made fast friends with his roommate Chip – also known as The Colonel. Takumi, and Lara are also some great additions to his gang.
He also made friends with a girl named Alaska. Alaska was really unique. She absolutely loved reading, the sort who used to buy a LOT of books, but only read one-third of them. (How could someone not like her?)Also known as the Queen of Pranks at Culver Creek, she’s not the one to beat around the bush, smoked like a chimney, and quite unstable. She has flaws and annoying habits, but Miles loves her anyway.

Then came THE drizzle/hurricane metaphor. Just wow. I might have read that sentence just too many times, but I still remain in awe every time I do so.
Although I did have a basic idea of what this book will be about, but I didn’t know I would get so caught up in it. It was unbelievably humorous and witty. Especially that ‘mother-fucking-fox’ instance. Until the last day. The harsh reality of the book strikes you, and that’s when it all goes wrong. It all falls apart. Dammit John Green, I wasn’t emotionally prepared.
Like earlier times I’ve decided not to reveal the whole story, let alone reach to the spoilers.
It is safe to say that you will actually form a love/hate relationship with John Green after reading this book. That man is a seriously talented person. (Understatement)
I know this review might not sound THAT appealing or may come off as pretty normal, but I would say what any other reader would say, ‘JUST READ THE DAMN BOOK!’

PRO TIP: Stock up on some tissues please, unless you’re a motherfucking robot.

My Favorite ‘Looking For Alaska’ quotes : 

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.” 

“I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, “I want to go too! I want to go too!” And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: “We are all going.” 


The ‘Type’.

Okay, now this article is not a prerequisite draft for my matrimonial profile. Neither am I desperate to get a life partner right at this moment. Honestly, I’m only writing this for a little clarity from the mundane thoughts formulating in my head regarding, you know, men.
Lately I’ve been fangirling so much, that I get excited every time at the idea of dating a fictional character. Hence, the decluttering.

What is meant by ‘What type of person do you want to date?’ or ‘What type of person would you want to be with?’ I don’t really get these type-casts, and I really don’t understand how one can define the ‘type’ of the person they want to be with. Nothing is constant, right? And neither are we lucky enough to be born in the ‘Krrish’ age where people can predict the future as easily as we switch on the fan.

One can change at any time! What if you get married to the love of your life, who you’ve been going out with for a very long time, and one day you wake up and realize, that they’re gay, or that they eat toothpaste, OR something totally crazy like farting in public places. What would you do then? Eating toothpaste is nobody’s type I guess? Anyone?
But if Shahrukh Khan, Paul Wesley, Robert Pattinson happen to read this? PLEASE believe that all that is written below is utter bullshit and I would make peace with each and every bad habit of yours! (yes, even if its farting in public. *winces*)

Anyhow, coming back to the point. I don’t have a ‘type’. And if I really had to have a type, it’d be the person who just makes this world a whole lot bearable for me. I’m too cynical about love, someone who makes me feel less than that.
Someone who has this charm, and can sweep me off my feet(This never gets old). Someone who is so good at being happy, that he makes me happy too. Someone who is gentle and sweet at times. And intelligent, how could I forget that? In fact this should be on the top of the list. What do they say? Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac. People often mistake intelligence for bookish knowledge. Well those people can fuck themselves.
Someone who has this innate sense of humor, who can make me laugh on his weird jokes(I’m assuming they’ll be weird, because that will be the best part). Strength of course, flamboyance in nature. There should be vitality of thoughts and actions. Sexual enthusiasm, he should have the ability to make my toes curl.

And he should be emotionally expressive! I’m a person of too many words, and I really would appreciate if someone conveyed to me by those, instead of choosing telepathy.
Someone who instead of taking me to a fancy restaurant, would actually take me to a bookstore. Who will just sit there with me, watching me read, or maybe read phrases or lines to me of his favorite books.
Someone whose eyes just light up(like mine) when I start talking about books. Maybe then we’ll also be able to complete each other’s sentences(coz I’m guessing we’d both have had read partly the same books!). To settle with someone who is any less than a reader is like dating a person without any windows to his soul.

I really don’t want to focus on the physical aspects of that person because I read it somewhere and I really want to stick to it, that ‘When we read, we don’t fall in love with the characters’ appearance. We fall in love with their words, their thoughts and their heart. We fall in love with their souls.’

Someone who makes an entry into my life just like a fictional character… But REAL. Okay now I did it. I ruled out every freaking possibility of me ever getting a happily ever after, when I said that!
I might have a left a lot of characteristics while describing my soulmate but that’s only because maybe even I’m not sure yet. There should be some mystery to it !! He shouldn’t be that predictible too. (I know what you’re thinking. ‘What fucking world is she living in?! Trying to find a perfect man?!’)
But that’s what I want to say, I don’t want a perfect man, I want someone perfect for me. Maybe he has these characteristics, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe it will be forever, maybe it won’t be. But the journey will be the best part, that’s guaranteed. The ‘not knowing’ part. And if I ever find a person who’s even remotely close to what I just described? I’ll do every possible thing to keep him around.

And I won’t give up hope. No matter how much shit I go through personally, I will ALWAYS root for love, for a happily ever after, for the perfect ending.