Tears roll out the eyes and though I cry I hold the wheel steady

Heyyyy y'all! (Does anyone even remember that song?) Let's see.... For some reason I feel it important to warn you that regardless of what I read in November, I'll be posting very little because of NanoWrimo, or whatever it's called... I should... I should figure that out. But fear not! For I am in the midst of three books currently, and today you get to enjoy An Abundance of Katherines by John Green, which is in my humble opinion, a fugging good book. (Ohohoho BOOK HUMOR!)



The book is about a guy, Colin Singleton(ex-child prodigy), who has dated girls only by the name of Katherine. Nineteen to be exact. (Technically eighteen, but you'll see. But it explains why two girls on the cover are the same, which really bothered me before it reveals that fact, though I did suspect.) The book opens after Katherine XIX broke up with Colin, and he's cruised, heart broken, and depressed. His friend Hassan convinces him to go on a road trip, and they end up in Gutshot, Tennessee.

"'Singleton, you need to believe in God worse than anyone I ever met.'" I just like the way this sounded.

Oh, man. This book proved how today's society has messed up everyone's brain no matter what. Colin thinks back on all the Katherines whose bras he'd ever seen, and the number is four. My first thought was honestly, only four!? Duh, he's like nineteen. But I was honestly shocked. I mean, it's not like I'm a promiscuous whore or anything, or the culture of CT is a Feel Good, Inc-esque place, this I feel comfortable blaming on the media and everything. I'm honestly embarrassed about my reaction to that...

"He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible." So, that's basically when I realized John Green is awesome.

Oh, there's a scene where Hassan and Colin are being introduced to a group of kids (and by kids I mean other nineteen-year-olds) and they pretend they're French visitors and Colin has tourettes. And hemorrhoids. The reason why I liked it so much is, other than the fact that it was hilarious, it made me think of Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Only, instead of pretending to be a visiting Italian duchess with her lady-in-waiting and servant boy they were French kids. Also, they weren't drug-cruising, and no one was undergoing sexual reassignment surgery nor was a secretly gay guy hopped up on estrogen pills or an ex-model with no lower jaw. You know, the usual.

I also love it when Colin gets annoyed at a rooster's cock-a-doodle-doo coming, quite literally, at the crack of dawn. They start at three in the morning and don't stop until seven. I actually don't find it that bothersome being that I owned a rooster and now I could sleep with it no problem. But poor Colin! That must have sucked! I think with Tyson it happened so gradually I lost maybe seven hours of sleep altogether tops.

"'I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.'"

"'...Son, if there's one thing I know,' and Colin thought about how old people always like to tell you the one thing they know, 'it's that there's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.'"


"'We're really boring.' 'You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.'"

"The French verb aimer has two meanings. And that's why he liked her, and loved her. She spoke to him in language that, no matter how hard you studied it, could not be completely understood.'"

"'It's funny, what people will do to be remembered.'"

"If the future is forever, then eventually it will swallow us all up.'" And, a sentence or two later: "The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible."

"And they drove on. Lindsey turned to Colin and said, 'You know, we could just keep going. We don't have to stop.'...Colin pressed down hard on the accelerator, and he was thinking of all the places they might go, and all the days left in their summer. Beside him, Lindsey Lee Wells's fingers were on his forearm and she was saying, 'Yeah. God. We could, couldn't we? We could just keep going.'"

Soo. I guess there wasn't much insight here, but this book was simply a closed circuit. It doesn't really call for introspection, I guess. It's straightforward, but it reverberates. I can't wait to steal Looking for Alaska from Meg.


Let's see... my dad is a Charles Dickens fan, Emma. Apparently, in my case, the apple does fall far from the tree.

In other news, my website, aka my Twitter is now on my profile. Besides that shameless plug... well, you know what Twitter is for, I guess I don't have to explain. Content warning: I'd say PG-13. And ignore the porn spambots that follow me. THEY WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE.