I think I may have read John Green’s books in the wrong order. I read An Abundance of Katherines first, and loved the footnotes. Then I read Paper Towns, and wished to go on my own crazy road trip. I read Looking for Alaska last, which blasted a hole in my heart. Without the potential buffering action of the Katherines and Quentin’s motley crew, the hole has been there ever since.
Looking for Alaska is a luminous read (everyone already knows this, but I’ll say it again anyway). John Green’s characters are flawed, but endearing. The helion Alaska is willful and darkly charismatic, qualities that can often lead others to mischief. Because the characters are so layered, they draw the reader into the story. It is as if everything around you becomes muted: suddenly you are in Culver Creek getting tipsy on cheap vodka and having heady conversations in the Alabama heat.
As in the other John Green books, Looking for Alaska is about journeys. Pudge is the window through which we watch each of the characters move through their personal labyrinths. The story explores being young and feeling invincible. But it also provides the realization that we are all, in fact, human.
This was a post by Kubi, who is lost in her own labyrinth.