By John Green

From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. 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 hurricane.

I had high hopes for Looking For Alaska. And these hopes got heightened after a not-so-good experience with An Abundance of Katherines plus other people’s good reviews.

Looking for Alaska is about Miles’ pursuit of a Great Perhaps. This I believe he found at Culver Creek. He had friends, he’s having fun. I tried to not get too excited but it’s hard once new characters get introduced. Yes, there’s Miles who have a penchant for people’s last words. There’s the Colonel who’s smart and just plainly exudes bad-ass-ness. Then there’s Alaska, a moody, emotional, book lover who likes to drink and who smokes to die.

To say that Looking for Alaska greatly met my expectations is an understatement. I couldn’t put it down. I like how John Green concealed Alaska’s death, and used it to divide the book. From how everything is going great, to Alaska being all frantic, to a sudden stop. This girl proved to be one of the glues that is holding this friendship together.

I get it now why people highly praise this book. It’s adventurous but not impossible. Romantic and cute, but not cheesy. I enjoyed reading this Mr. John Green.