![]() Which I won't, cause I just don't feel like it. I know that once upon a time, I gave TFiOS five stars, but I don't doubt that my opinion would change if I reread it. But with contemporary I don't want anything that's all whymsical and shit. I love fantasy YA, of course it's all I've read in the past several months. When I read contemporary YA, I want something real. You could argue that that's been a part of contemporary YA for a long while, but I feel like The Fault in Our Stars really ignited it into what it is now. ![]() I've kinda been avoiding contemporary YA because, even though I haven't read many of the new stuff, there seems to be a common thing going on where authors are exploring death in a kinda quirky, lyrical type of way, mixing it in with surrealism and wit and charm and whatnot. When I tell you I was bawling my eyes out in that minibus, I was bawling my fucking eyes out in that goddamn minibus, gurl. ![]() ![]() Whahahappen wuz, I was on a public transport on the way back home from outta town when I finished this book. ![]()
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